Target Practice.

Hitting the Pink.

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       She wasn't a tough broad, not by any stretch of the imagination. She looked strikingly like the young snot on 'Gilmore Girls' and was about the same age at twenty-five. She had a similar  delicate, ethereal girl/woman quality that made her seem vulnerable and she was so much more vulnerable in my twisted hands. I'd snatched her from her garage, early in the morning before it was light, as she headed off to a modeling assignment and she was dressed in a dark over sweater, light pink chiffony blouse and an above the knee dark pleated skirt.  She had on a black belt which I used to bind her hands behind her back.  I had my rape kit with me, in a briefcase, but her belt worked as good as my handcuffs would have.        

       She looked as wholesome as American apple pie

       And all trussed up she looked even better.

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         I had her stashed away in my attic holding prison and she was standing secured by a steel tether around her neck attached to the ceiling. Her hands were fully free as were her legs and I wanted her to start undressing. I wanted to see what was all mine.

       I wanted her to open my package.

       'What? What do you want from me?' She'd asked this before, quit a few times, but now I was finally ready to let her in on my little secret and some of my plans for her.

       'I don't know what I want until I see what you've got. And to see what you've got, I want you to take your clothes off.'

       'But no. No, I can't. If I do, you'll want sex then, won't you?'

       She certainly got right to the point so I thought I would too.

       'Well, of course. Come on now, for Christ's sake. How many men do you think look at you and don't want to fuck you? A sweet little girl-like innocent thing like you? How many men do you think don't fantasize about how clean and tight your cunt would be?'

       'You're horrid and I don't really know. I never thought about it and I've never seen myself that way, anyway it doesn't mean they all want to have sex with me. Besides, there's lots of girls sexier than I am, if I'm sexy at all.' (Pouty little nipples just waiting to be suckled and bitten and she thinks she's not sexy, get real baby bitch.)

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       'I don't believe you. Sure you've thought about it. You know you're good looking, like sweet looking. In your own way, you're a knock-out, so sure you're aware. And that's the point too, it's your innocence factor, it's right off the fuck scale. You're a ten. A fuckable ten.' I paused.

       She didn't thank me for the compliment. I suppose she didn't like the fuckable part.

       'So you're aware. Fucking right you are.' I continued.

       'Of what? That men like me?'

       'Yeah, of course. And of how they look at you.'

       'Yes, but I said, that doesn't mean they all want to have sex with me.'

       'And pigs fly.' I added.

       'So that's what you want from me, to have intercourse?'

       'I just told you, I won't know until I see what you've got and that doesn't seem to be happening any time soon. Maybe you need me to help you.'

       She gave me a fussy look, like she was becoming agitated inside. She'd been pretty certain she could keep her clothes on, as she played the possibilities of why I had her, through her mind, and now she wasn't so sure. And the other thing was, I really wasn't in any hurry which gave her less power or control, which, of course, was something I knew which she didn't. Since I also knew she was all mine, like finders keepers, I loved looking at her dressed and I wasn't about to tear her clothes off like the maniacs do. There was no need to rush to strip her and as the proverb goes, 'All good things come to him that waits'. Although, I suspected she wasn't quite the prize the philosopher had in mind. And then again, what reward, what delight, could possibly exceed her?

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       I gazed at her. I mean, this was one sweet package and for a moment a vision of her panties covering her tidy little crotch slid past my mind. They were in there, just under her skirt and panty hose and under them was her womanhood. I didn't know the specifics, but I knew she was going to be beautiful. Gorgeous women don't have ugly cunts, although I did have one looker who had so much minora labia hanging out of her slit, I had to tidy her up by snipping it off and then cauterizing the slice. And you want to believe that made for screamsville, and then holler shriek city.

       We spent the next hour, you might say, just eyeing each other and I know she was sizing me up, trying to figure out the minimum she might offer to placate me. We hadn't spoken in that time and she could see I was quite contented just to see her there. I truly was extra happy inside and had a great sense of well-being. I now possessed everything I wanted in life and I wouldn't have traded her for a Rolls Royce Corniche convertible or even a Ferrari. I was a bit of a sports car nut and a little red MGB rag top I had was just great for fooling the cunts into thinking I was harmless, like how Ted Bundy used his VW beetle. He used his bug to get them to bugger them. I mean, he had been a law clerk, so he was no dummy and the car was a perfect foil. That said though, the thing I never understood about him, he snuffed some pretty prime pussy, so why didn't he create a place to take them and hold them and torture them at his will, like leisurely and prolonged? There was never any mention of him utilizing mechanical devices or the like. As the saying goes, 'To each his own', I suppose, but I certainly liked my way a whole lot better. But still the injustice of it all. I mean they fried him for what he did when they should have made him a Saint. The Patron Saint of Buggered, Dead Cunts. Like, he wasn't into the skanks and the prostitutes. He went for the co-eds and middle class pussies and the last one was fucking underage, so he certainly deserved some praise and credit. What a waste of a good rapist. The tales he could have written about, in prison for life, if he realized he was never getting out and nothing he revealed would make a wit of difference. But no, they had to go and cut his life short. An eye for a dozen clits. Hardly seems fair since a clit's not worth anything and it's only good uses are for torturing and frying, which brought me back to little miss innocent, who was about to become little miss, missing-some-sex-parts, if she didn't help me to smarten her up. (Right up the wazoo, that is.)

       She finally broke the silence, softly.

       'I suppose we could work something out.' She almost whispered. Her voice was so timid and uncertain but a little bit hopeful. (Ah, the glory of false hope. It was a gift I just loved sharing.)

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       I was all ears and dick at her suggestion.

       'I'm listening.'

       'You said you like the way I look. I'll take my jacket off and walk like a model, you know like on a run-way.'

       'Strut your stuff, like they say. My very own fashion show. Private?'

       'Well, yes, I suppose.' She said.

       'You'll take your suit jacket off? Just your jacket?'

       Now she had to think fast, but couldn't.

       'You didn't answer me.'

       'No. I know. It wasn't a very good idea anyway, so just forget it.' (As if I would.)

       We reverted to the pregnant silence again, her catching glimpses of herself removing her jacket and me getting glimpses of her strutting naked with her tight little tits leading the way out front. I let it prevail for about another hour and then out of the blue suggested, 'You know, that wasn't a half bad idea you had. And maybe I could snap some photos, like you see in the magazines. You think?'

       She deliberately slowed her response as if she'd worked it out and already made up her mind.

       'I suppose. I suppose, it'd be OK. If that's what you want.'

       'Well, sort of, you know.'

       'What do you mean? No.'

       'You're certainly on the right track, but I think it'd be better if you were in your underwear, like a lingerie fashion show, you know, like Victoria's Secret.'

       Now she was fussed and getting fussier and her ivory pale face blushed a little bit red. She really had no intention of baring herself and I didn't say anymore knowing she knew what was hanging in the air. God I felt smug and self-satisfied. I just wanted her to stew and fret and almost had to get out of the room to self-satisfy my cock, but I didn't. I let the tension build in my groin instead. And she just sort of stood there squirming outside and inside.

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       I let another exquisite half hour slide by and then said to her, 'You got something you want to say to me?'

       'No.' She said half-heartedly and I didn't believe her at all.

       'That's fine. I've got nothing but time.' I gloated.

       'Yes. OK. Yes I do. I've been thinking, one more piece after my jacket, if you agree not to touch me and then let me go. You can take your pictures if you want, but just one more piece.'

       She was thinking fast again because it seemed like we might get a deal, it could be a solution. She knew she had a fairly heavy bra on, not like a sheer one, so reasoned it wouldn't show too much. It'd be like seeing her in her bathing suit, like her bikini top which wouldn't be too bad, which was probably why she finally agree. But she was afraid her nipples might get hard which she felt could prove dangerous. (To the health of her tits and her overall health. I wondered if she realized that and what targets erect nipples represent.)

       'OK.' I lied, and she took her jacket off without being told to.

       She had the pink chiffony sleeveless blouse and it was sort of see through, but not a lot and I could only make out the edges of her bra. It showed just a bit of the outline of her bust. I was pleased I wasn't seeing her all at once, more like a gradual unveiling, so to say. That was until she stretched her arms back to get them out of her jacket sleeves. Well holy shit and fuck, my eyes glistened as the fabric stretched tight across her front. Even though she was small and hard, I could see there were some pretty decent handfulls and mouthfulls there. Her nipples were full soft so she didn't show at all. I tried to keep my leering and excitement to a minimum but my pants were starting to give me away.

       She started to unbutton her blouse in the middle. Several of the top buttons were already open.

       'No. No, stop. I get to chose.'

       'What? What?'

       'What you take off next, I get to chose.'

       'No, you didn't say that.'

       'I didn't say anything.'

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       'No. No my top, my blouse. I'll take of my blouse but nothing else. That's all.'

       'That doesn't seem fair. Why should you get to say?'

       She smelled a trap and felt a collision coming up, an un-meeting of wills. The thing was, her fear was, she knew her panties didn't match her bra. They were the mesh transparent kind like that Spears cunt had on when she went for the ocean swim in her underwear. While on the subject of Spears, she used to be a prime fuck bitch but now was becoming nothing but a repulsive bloated sow. That's when you know your career's in the crapper, when you're falling off the rapist's radar. Enough about that fat loser.

       My girl also knew she was unshaven so she'd show through her panties good and dark. She figured it would excite me and incite me further to rape her. She had to keep her skirt on. That's all there was to it. As long as her skirt was on she felt she could control my lust and her cunt would be safer.

       She continued, 'No. No, that's my offer. That's the way it is.'

       'Hardly seems equitable.' I said again.

       But then equitable implies equality and there was none of that in our relationship. In fact, about the only common ground I could find, up until now, was that we both wanted to keep her tits and we loved animals. I may have been an animal, worse than one, but I loved them all, especially house cats. In fact, I'd volunteer at the Humane Societies, to foster kittens who'd been orphaned from their mothers. The thing was, they were voracious for the teat and what a spectacular sight to have a woman, tied spread-eagled, naked, face up on a bed and watching the kittens fighting to suckle on her nipples. Express her a bit to get a few drops of the milky fluid out and they went nuts. And another thing was, as they got older and stronger they'd use their paws and claws to knead her areolas plus bite a bit into the buds. Of course, four or five kittens doing this one after another, for minutes on end, made for some pretty sore and raw teat ends, which eventually the nipples would become so chewed, they'd bleed and just touching them was like rubbing coarse sandpaper across an open wound hard.

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        It was a delightful torture and I could sit back and watch while snacking on a candy bar. Then again, every so often, especially if I got the bitch wet, a kitten would like to lick and nip her pussy and even get it's claws going into the folds. I always knew when a claw-point dug into a clit. The hip thrusts and the yelps were delicious and it was always an extra good time for a slow grinding fuck.

       I always fed them properly and when I was done fostering, they'd go back healthy and chubby. But geeze, could they suckle and chew for hours.

       Enough about pussies after pussies.

       I had a solution for her that ostensibly seemed fair.

       'Let's say we flip for it.'

       'Uh? What?'

       'We flip to decide who choses.'

       She looked resistant.

       'Heads I win. Tales you lose. Oh, yeah, that won't work. Tales you win. Heads I win, a fifty-fifty chance.'

       'Let me think, please. Let me think it over.'

       I had a novelty two headed quarter I carried around for good luck. My mind thought back to when I'd bought it at a Niagara Falls gift shop on the Canadian side. And what a great hunting ground that'd been. I mean, some of the Canadian stuff is every bit as good as the best grade-A California cunt, they bust with the best of them, especially one in particular, a judge's daughter from Quebec who had known nothing but the best, a sheltered up bringing, so to say. She was vacationing there and, oh, the out cry when she 'went missing'. She hardly spoke a word of English, but she knew what a gun pointed at her meant and she begged and screamed in French like nothing I'd heard before or have since. I did well up there, three vic's in all. I rented a remote farm house and stayed over two months. I even thought of staying permanently, to do my hunting, since Canada doesn't have the death penalty and, Heaven forbid, should I get caught and convicted, I could always spend my time recalling my exploits writing about them, like re-living them in detail.

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        There are three corpses, (they'd long be skeletons by now) in a park called Algonquin, about seven hours north of Toronto, that will never be found. And so, with the last one buried, I trotted on back to the good old U.S.ofA. hunting grounds whereby ten times the population meant ten times the opportunities and targets.

       She was really mulling over the coin toss. I could see her working it through. What were her options? What were her chances?

       Eventually, she entreated me, 'Listen, I don't really want to, but I don't know what else to do? You have to promise, like I said, you won't touch me, and you'll let me go, if I do this, and co-operate. Even though you've said you want to have sex with me, you have to promise you won't follow through. You have to say.'

       'But you'll give me a good show instead?'

       'I'll do my best. As best I can to satisfy you.'

       'Yeah, OK. I can live with that.' I lied again.

       I fished the coin from the change in my pocket.

       'Tales you win. Tales I lose.'

       She nodded her head trustingly.

       Of course, the outcome was fixed and she peered anxiously to see the result and cried out softly, 'Oh God. Oh God, why?'

       So now we were to it. What would she have to take off, one extra piece, and she strongly suspected it wouldn't be her blouse. How do the cunts always know? Some sort of twat radar, I suppose.

       I let ten minutes pass without a word and she looked so timid and vulnerable and she just didn't want to address her end of the bargain. I pretended I was indifferent, like it was no big deal.

       Finally she sensed how much I was enjoying her uncertainty, her dilemma, and she needed to put a halt to it all.

       'Why are you making me wait?' She asked.

       'I thought you knew. Give me your skirt.'

       Now her mind was going blank and for the first time her chin quivered and her lower lip trembled and she was indeed on the verge of tears. She really did look soft and defenceless and, oh so vulnerable. I loved how her face struggled and her eyes darted looking for escape or safety. Looking for a way away from me.

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       Deeper inside, she wanted to lash out at me, tell me to fuck off and go to Hell, but we'd made a deal. She'd made a deal and so should play by the rules as it was the only game going. How could she hope to escape me if she antagonized me? And why should I be nice to her if she angered me? She was anything but a dumb broad and was pretty sure I knew it and that it mattered (to me that she was smart).

         I decided to give her an out.

         'Look, it's late and we're both tired. Why don't you leave it to tomorrow?'

         Of course, I knew she would jump at it and it would give me that much more time to savor the whole thing.

         She looked totally relieved and just nodded her head and that was that for then. As I did pass close by her, she whispered,  'Thank you.' I pretended not to hear. Gratitude for delaying the inevitable was delusion and false hope at its prime. But she had no idea, so I suppose she wasn't a total fool.

       I tied her to the bed, by the neck only, for the night and looked in on her a couple of times as she slept fitfully. I was sorely tempted to climb onto her and awaken her by thrusting inside her but resisted the temptations.

       I  awoke next morning all refreshed and energetic and, of course, anticipatory. I was sure she wouldn't share my enthusiasm. I mean, what would have changed overnight for her. Usually not much at all changes in a day, but not always. Look at 9/11 when America became altered forever and the thing was, she was facing a month of personal 9/11's, and if she had the stamina, her body could hold up, maybe even more than a month of them.

       Normally, I would read the morning paper over a bowl of cereal and some toast, but now I was anxious to re-make her acquaintance.

       I greeted her cheerfully, like normal people do starting a new work day, or at least ones who love their jobs and you might well assume I relished mine. I loved the tasks before me, in fact, embraced them with a passion and it wouldn't even seem like work coaxing her to take her clothes off.

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       She looked really unrested, like she'd been awake most of the night either plotting or praying and I assumed she'd known I was standing over her, looming over her, contemplating penetrating her, even just with my fingers and right off, she wasn't receptive and I could see she had something she'd rehearsed on her mind. Something she needed to get off her tight little chest besides her sweater and bra and nipples.

       'I've changed my mind. I don't want to walk around for you so you can take pictures.'

       'Oh, what's happened since last night?' I asked.

       'I don't want to model for you, and that's all.'

       'OK, but you'll still take the piece of clothing off?'

       'Of course not. Of course not that too.'

       'Oh, well, that sucks. I thought we had a deal.'

       'We didn't. What we had was you forcing me to agree, coercing me, so it wasn't a deal. It was never something I would agree to on my own.'

       'Geeze, that's a disappointment. I'm disappointed with you too.'

       'Well, I suppose that's life. Isn't it? Full of them.'

       She was getting assertive and even feisty and for some reason thought she could assume the upper hand.

       'Yeah, but I haven't had too many disappointments lately, in fact none at all. And getting you in no way has been one.'

       'So then, it's your turn now. That's how it's going to be.'

       'And who decided that? You decided all by yourself?'

       I think what she was trying on me was her assertiveness training. It was classic cliche. Leave no room for doubt or negotiation. Eliminate all wiggle room and dictate, dictate, dictate.

       When I'd rather do the dick-taking.

       Her new approach was to seize and hold on to the upper hand while mine was to seize and squeeze her crotch. I'd hold on to it too.

       'What'd you do, take classes to learn to talk like that, to assert yourself like that?'

       'No. No. That's what I want, how it is and I'm not changing my mind.'

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       'Shit, what am I talking about then, stupid me, you probably led the classes, you're so definite.'

       'That's all irrelevant and you're just speculating.'

       'You know, you really should think about it more. I can really change the way you look, modify your appearance.'

       'I don't care. My position is what I said.'

       I wasn't particularly in the mood to fight with her. I could always do that later. I was too tickled and giddy and still couldn't fully believe I had her and now she was setting the stage for being sexually punished. It was like watching a movie with a really great looking woman in it and saying to yourself, 'wouldn't she be nice to do' except that in my case it wasn't make believe. 'Wouldn't she be nice?' - 'Fuck, is she going to be nice.' Big difference, huge monumental difference.

       'I'll tell you what, how about we have some breakfast together?'

       'Uh? What? Where, here?'

       'Yeah, here. I'll bring it up to you, can we agree on that?'

       'No we can't. I'm hungry. I'll eat with you but only if you take me down from here to the kitchen.' She was getting bolder and thought she had me on the run and she might be able to make a run for it.

       'What for? The food won't taste any better down there.'

       'I know. Of course, but those are my terms.'

       I so fucking loved it. She thought she had terms, although I suppose a life sentence is one, although in the prison system, it's considered indeterminate, whereas a term sentence is considered determinate. Such were the technicalities of keeping her beyond her last breath.

       She said it again, more emphatically, 'Those are my terms. Understand?'

       'I can't really do that, there are other people in the house.'

       (There weren't but I wanted her to think so, so she'd have some hope of attracting their attention and scream all the louder for her false hopes. I always could play a recording to make it sound like someone else was there, even one that sounded as if the cops were at the door.)

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       I'm not entirely sure she believed me and she looked at me distrustful. I knew she'd have to work that one through in her mind because why would I say it, if it wasn't true? Of course, I knew victims, my guests, were so much more enjoyable to torment when they still had hope. That was the star ingredient. When that finally got wacked or burned or sliced out of them, and resignation set in, the spunk factor was gone and so were some of the peaks of my greatest pleasures. They had to want to fight and believe there was a point to resisting.

       I continued, 'There's others about downstairs so I'll have to bring it up.'

       She nodded OK and I headed to the kitchen. I made up two basic breakfasts of shredded wheat, toast and juice and was back up to her in no time. She was still fastened securely to the bed by a strong neck line, so now she could sit up and she ate her food much faster than me.

       'Want some more?'

       'Maybe a little later, and some coffee.' she said.

       'Sure, whatever suits you.' I seemed so congenial.

       The thing was, she still wanted to get the undressing thing taken back, to be sure I understood it wasn't going to happen, and certainly there would be no sex. She wasn't about to spread her legs for me, to wrap her labia around my shaft. I ate slowly, which I normally did anyway, but this time more methodically and never enjoyed a meal more just watching her. It's funny how much better it tasted when I was so alive inside. And I knew she'd taste even better inside.

       She started in again, right out of the blue, 'I meant it. I mean it, you know. I don't want to pose or undress for you and you don't get to touch me.'

       'Yeah, I know. You told me and I told you how disappointed I was, I am. But I suppose I'll get over it. But I also told you I can make you look different and you seemed to ignore it.'

       'And I told you I don't care. So you'll let it be then?'

       And she actually didn't seem worried. She probably thought I meant I could hack her long hair off and not her perky tits. Whatever it was, the implications were avoiding her.

       'I guess it doesn't matter.' I said.

       She looked relieved, like she really believed me. But how could she? Possibly?

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       I decided to throw her a curve.

       'Besides, it's probably just as well. I have to get ready for a trade show for a business I run and I can't devote much quality time right now to you anyway.'

       'A trade show, for what? You have a business?'

       (Yeah, the job of exterminating cunts like her.)

       'Yeah, and I'm telling you, they're - trade shows are great places to find prime cunts like you. Absolutely the best.'

       'But no. How long?'

       'Four days for the show and one to set up and another to dismantle.'

       'What? No. No. What about me? You're going to release me now then? Aren't you? Before?'

       'Well, not hardly. You didn't even do the skirt off even though you gave your word. So not hardly.'

       'But four, five, six days. You can't keep me here six days because I didn't model or walk. Oh God, what are you saying?'

       I told you. I've got business and right now, you're not it.'

       She looked at me stunned and defeated.

       'Very well, then have it your way.' And she started to undo her skirt buttons on the side. She was to the second one down.

       'What's that about? I thought you said..' I said.

       She kept at it until they were all unfastened. She glared at me plenty pissed and then wriggled out of her skirt. God, her legs and hips were beautiful and her underwear was like I described, the mesh transparent type, under her panty hose and the thing was it all was pulled up into her slit just enough that it split her ever so slightly and her mounds were a bit apparent. I pretended to barely notice but my cock almost jumped out of its foreskin.

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       Then she went to surprise me. She started to pull her sweater off too.

       'What are you doing?'

       'Stripping for you. That's what you wanted. For me to model for you in my underwear to take your pictures.'

       'Yeah, but just the bottom. We flipped and you lost and I chose the bottom, your skirt. Nobody said anything about your tits being out.'

       'But you'd want both eventually, I know. So..'

       'No. No. No. We had a deal and I always keep my end.'

       'So you don't want to see my.. You don't want to see my breasts?'

       'First of all, they're not breasts, they're tits. Tits. Tits. Say it.'

       She shot me the glare but complied.

       'Don't you want to see my tits? I know you'll want to eventually.'

       She had me dead to rights there, but she didn't know I wanted to see them sliced off with the nipples already removed.

       'No. No, not like this. You don't get to say when. Not ever. Who do you think's in control?'

       She was starting to sense she'd outsmarted herself and shot me a dirty, angry look, pretty well like furious by now. It's as if she'd thought I hadn't realized I was the one in control, and just now did and was willing to exercise it, like I had my nerve using what was mine, the control over her that is. She still hadn't deduced how much she was mine and how much of her I could twist off or out of shape.

       'Look, I'm starting to get pissed with you. Why won't you co-operate and do just as I say? Don't make assumptions. Don't make decisions. Just do as I fucking well tell you and nothing else. Why can't you understand. Or do you just not care? Really not care like you said?'

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       'Because. Because I don't trust you. Because I think you're going to kill me. The more I think about it, I think you'll do it anyway. I know your face. I think you'll hurt me and I think you'll end up killing me. I know...'

       'Well that's the first I've heard of that, but you want to make sure that I do?'

       'No. No, of course not, but if it's not going to make a difference, if you're going to anyway...'

       'But even if you're right,' I interrupted her, 'it could make a difference how you die. How much it hurts and how, like how painfull.'

       She fell silent for a few minutes trembling lightly and then she just had to ask.

       'OK. OK. What did you mean? What you said before, how I'd look different? You know, what did you mean?'

       'Oh, I don't know. Nothing specific.' I lied.

       'Yes you do. You do so. You had something in mind when you said it, so tell me. You said it twice.'

       'No, I don't think you want to know.'

       'Because it's terrible, is that it? Something horrible you'd have done to me.'

       'Why don't you just co-operate then, if suddenly you're so concerned? And you weren't before.'

       'I was before, but I just let it go by. I thought it might be something like you'd cut off my long hair. That'd make me look different, but now I think it could be something worse. Something I couldn't imagine, like unthinkable.'

       'Like unimaginably horrible? What made you change your mind now?'

       'I don't know. Just a feeling. The way you look at me sometimes, maybe. I don't know.'

       'Well you really don't need to know exactly, but your radar, your intuition's petty good, so let's skip it.'

       'No. You tell me. You tell me first so I know.'

       'Look, I really don't want to scare the shit out of you.'

       'I don't scare easily. I'm not afraid of you now so don't think that matters. I'm not afraid to die.'

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       'Confidant little snot, aren't you?'

       'Go to Hell. I'm just not afraid of a twerp like you, a loser like you. You're a degenerate and you're not worthy of my fear.'

       'That's good. I don't want you to be afraid of me.'

       'Well I'm not even though I might seem it sometimes.'

       'I want you to be terrified of me.'

       Now she looked less certain and fell to the silence again. But I knew she wasn't done asking, which she got back to in about ten minutes.

       'Are you or aren't you going to inform me?'

       I gave her a wry look, like it was all too much trouble, but had, in fact, been rehearsing just what I'd say.

       'OK. So yeah, if you really have to know, but I don't think you're at all ready for this. I guess the simplest, the most obvious would be if you still have your tits.'

       I looked right into her eyes as I said it and saw the fear pass behind them. She forced herself not to look away, not to break eye contact with me and just barely had her gulp as her throat tightened.

       'OK, what else?'

       'Well, that would show the most obvious, because there would be nothing left to fill your sweater. You could burn all your bras because you'd have nothing to put in them.' I joked.

       'You're sick. Sick, sick, sick. What else?'

       'I could cut your nose off or punch you a few times in it. - I was just fooling. I love your face, you're so beautiful and perfect and I wouldn't want to mar it.'

       'What else then?'

       'Geeze, you really want to dig. Not having your tits isn't enough? You know, they don't have to be cut off, they can be ripped off. I can tie you up a certain way and hang you up in the air by them and pull you down by your ankles, force you down until they tear free. Would you want that?'

       'Of course not. No woman in the world would want that.'

       'But it's been done before.' I said.

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       I wanted her to make that special connection that I'd done it before so wanted to give her time to mull.

       'I'll be back in a few minutes.' I said and started out of the room.

       The moment I opened the door she hollered for help at the top of her lungs. I slammed the door quickly, like it mattered.

       I returned after about fifteen minutes and she addressed it immediately. 'What you said. You're trying to tell me, trying to infer to me that you've done that?'

       'Yup.' I smiled proudly. 'And by the way, no one heard you, they were all out.'

       'I don't believe you, that you did it. I think you're trying to scare me worse, to coerce me.'

       'You don't believe me?'

       'No. No I don't.'

       'I've got the pictures to prove it, and the tapes of the screams. Want to see them and hear them?'

       At first, she didn't answer at all and then let out with, 'If you did that, actually did that, you should burn in Hell. You will burn in Hell.'

       'Burn. Burn. OK. So see, that's the other thing about how you could look but it wouldn't be immediately evident. What if your clitoris was burned to a crisp? Your underpants on you would look the same, but inside of them, oh shit. Do you think that would freak you? While it was being done, and after? You'd end up with a scab for a clit, not a scab on it but the whole fuckless thing hard and shriveled? And what about your cervix? Want me to go on? Or do you think maybe you should re-consider co-operating which is what started this whole splendid conversation in the first place?'

       'I, I don't know. I don't know now.'

       'So now you're afraid of me? And you were all along?'

       'I... I don't... I can't think right now.'

       'Well, you do that, you think about it. I've got some more stuff to attend to and I'll be back in a bit. So you just think it all through. I'm sure you'll come up with the right answers, the practical ones. You're not that stupid. You're not that brave even though you're not afraid of me, as you say or you pretend you're not afraid of me. You're not that brave that you'd want to lose your tits or have me torturing your cunt insides, like slowly mutilating. You think about it. Don't think just about how it'd look, think about how it'd feel. About the unrelenting pain of it all. And how you'd never have a kid if you wanted one.'

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       I gave her cheek a smack and then kissed her where I'd hit her.

       'If I kiss your lips, is that going to upset you? If I do that? Or are you one of those women who thinks kissing is more intimate than fucking? That it has deeper meaning, like emotions? Like emotional content?'

       'No. No. OK. I guess.'

       I went to kiss her mouth but whispered, 'I don't mean these lips.'

       She froze and I kissed her mouth anyway and whispered again, 'And you know, those would come off first.' Through her blouse and bra, I gave her slightly raised nipples a hard pinch, one after the other. 'And then there's pliers. It just seems to me that pliers and a woman's nipples, a woman's erect nipples are made for each other. Wouldn't you agree?'

       'You're sick. So sick.'

       'And then there's fish hooks too. So you can see there's lots of ready made variety, readily available. Or is that redundant?'

       'Uh?'

       'Ready and readily?'

       'Why would I care about that?'

       'Yeah, I guess you're right but I think I've made my point. Haven't I?'

       She wouldn't acknowledge my question.

       'You don't see it? No, I suppose you don't. You don't want to. But you very easily could. I'd gladly oblige you but now I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want that. Would that be a safe assumption?

       'You know it is. You bastard, you know.'

       'Yeah, I'm just teasing you, toying with you. You're my plaything. You know that?'

       'Well don't and I'm not. I'm a human being, and you have no right.'

       'Right? Rights? I have all the fucking rights and you have none. Not one fucking one, so get that straight.'

       'Those tools, those instruments you said, you're nuts.'

       'Yeah, that could well be, but you see, there's a whole fraternity of us guys and we all go to the same hardware stores for the same torture tools. There's even web sites where we can share our exploits and others with some fantastic detailed pictures.'

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       'But that'd be illegal.'

       'Yes but they're only stories, with the usual disclaimers.'

       'But yours aren't? So that's what you're up to? You write about what you do to women?'

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       'Yup, but nobody knows that, but a few.'

       'A few? Who else would know?'

       'Well you and the others I've had here. That's who.'

       She so wanted to ask, 'How many?' But sensed she wouldn't like the answer, so didn't ask. And she'd have been right. A nice even sweet sixteen counting her, although, technically, she wasn't dead yet. And that was just for here, where she was now, and didn't count Canada's three or the dozen or so before in my old, less adequate location down in Florida.

       All of a sudden I felt a surge of being fed up with her. I loved her but felt like chewing her out, - and inside her canal.

       'You fucking cunt, you're so stupid. You just don't know. You have no fucking idea.You think I have to be civilized, play by your perception of what being civilized is. Well I don't.'

       I looked at her like I had utter disdain for her. I liked making her think I thought she was garbage when, in fact, she was the crown jewels and she kept that little spongy pearl right at the top of her cunt opening. If she was garbage, then pigs were gazelles and swans were ugly ducklings. She didn't have an ugly bone in her body and I'd get to see them all eventually but not before I broke quite a few. Not right away, but later, I loved tapping one of her ribs with a hammer, keeping at it, until I heard the fracture. And sometimes I'd get careless and not knowing my own strength, or her weakness, hit too hard the first wack, and crack it - like testing the reflexes on a person's knee. Fast little shots and then the hard wack or forty and I could make it take a hundred and forty if I wanted. Frequency was solely at my discretion. Like how many times she got to go to the bathroom or she got to cum or how many needles were shoved through her nipples or how many nipples she got to keep.

       And that's something which should be addressed, about a torture victim having orgasms. Just because a woman doesn't want to, doesn't mean she won't have an orgasm. Get onto her clit just the right way with soft tender strokes and the odd hard pinch, pressure and grind her just right, which is usually best achieved by finger fucking her, and she can't help herself. Her twat betrays her body and soul and it makes it seem like she's a whore. Which then becomes justification for greater and deeper abuses. Damned if she doesn't and more damned if she does. How utterly perfect and thoughtful and full life can be.

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       'So that's the story. That's my tale. You think about it for awhile.'

       She threw me the defiance look, but inside she was churning. What if I was saying was the truth? She started to cry soon after I left and it looked like she was praying too. I could see it all through a two-way mirror as I watched from an adjoining room. I had open mikes where she was and while she was very quiet, I know that I heard, 'do not forsake me.' (As if God hadn't, as if that hadn't already happened.)

       I returned in half an hour and she was all ready to seize the initiative. It was as if she wasn't even going to acknowledge about the horrible things I'd described to her and she thought she could slide on by them if she made me spontaneous offerings.

       'So what are you going to do? You're going to take your pictures, aren't you? The pictures of me, you still want to?'

       'Not now. I have other things in mind.'

       'But, but you were before. Before I said you couldn't, you said you were. You wanted me to..'

       'That was then and this is now.'

       She looked crestfallen and then surprised me again.

       She pulled her panty hoze down and off and then her panties too and slid down flat and spread her legs wide on the bed. I could have driven a truck or at least a baseball bat or my fist and arm right into her.

       'Look. Look at me. Here's your picture.'

       And that it surely was, one to behold. I have never seen a tidier vagina. Perfect tiny lips half the size of her mouth and just the most exquisite parallel mounds. Her bush was darker, so she must have dyed her shoulder length hair. But her fuzz wasn't long so it revealed her contours just perfectly. I wanted to do her so badly I almost couldn't keep my ruse going any longer. There was no trade show right now. I had a small security service business but never did the shows because then a connection could be made. I just went to them to hunt cunt and liked to think of myself as the biggest game hunter of all, certainly for the best game in the town wherever I happened to be skulking and lurking.

       'Close your fucking legs and act like a lady.'

       'But you have to do it now. Take your pictures now. You can't expect me to wait six days. No. No, I can't stay that long.'

       'Fucking close them and shut the fuck up And what's with your bush, why don't you shave yourself? Bald cunts are so much more of a turn on. Maybe I should shave you myself.'

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       'I.. I.. No God please...'

       I wasn't talking to her the same now and any notion she had that I didn't know exactly what I was doing, that I might just have been trying to scare her, was quickly evaporating. She pulled herself partway up and sat there stumped and quiet and wrapped her arms around in front of her chest and started to rock herself gently forth and back. Why did they often do that? I thought. I guess to comfort themselves, by hugging themselves, that must be it. Plus it guarded their tits and sort of hid them too.

       I let her embrace herself for awhile longer, her tits mashed under her arms, as she rocked for maybe ten minutes more and then went and retrieved my digital camera. I set it on the highest resolution.

       'Alright then. OK. Stop looking so upset and sad. You look so worried. We'll take some pictures. If that's what you want we can do that now and nothing else.'

       She looked squarely up into my face and I could feel her eyes pleading and then she looked to the camera and pleaded with it and looked back into my face.

       'How do you want me? But I'd like to put my panties back on. I shouldn't have taken them off.'

       I picked them up and wiped them right across my mouth and smelled them and I wouldn't give them back to her.

       'What, no crotch shots? No money shots? No fucking way. What you did before, do it again.'

       She slid down again flat and spread her legs, but only half way. Now she wasn't so anxious to do it or I suppose she was more anxious, applying the true meaning of the word. Now she was possessed by greater anxiety. With her renewed crotch display, how was I going to keep from poking her, both she and I thought.

       'Come on, Further apart. Like before. Even wider.'

       She didn't want to and only marginally opened them more.

       My cock was getting pretty itchy for her juice and I didn't want to fuck her yet so I needed a diversion.

       'No? You're not ready? Pull your blouse off, then. You don't have to undo it.'

       'But no. You said just one.'

       'Then don't pull it off and I'll stick my camera right between your labia, right into your fucking canal.'

       This wasn't going well for her. She pulled her blouse up and her bra pushed out and her face was covered.

       'Hold it right there. I want some pictures of that. Your chest is so fucking sweet.'

       And they made such targets, I thought to myself quietly.

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       She couldn't see the saliva dripping from my chin like the big bad wolf. I shot two dozen snaps.

       Now came her real surprise, like a nasty one I had saved up.

       Something I always kept handy was my trusty Daisy BB gun. It was a lever action rifle. I'd used it to shoot Playboy pictures as a boy before I graduated to the real thing and while not particularly powerful, it could hurt pretty good from close up. I picked it up and shook it and, of course, she could hear the BB's inside.

       'What? What's that? What's that sound? You're not taking pictures anymore.'

       'But I am taking aim. I will.'

       She went to pull her blouse down so she could see.

       I barked at her, 'I told you hold it right there. You fucking do as you're told.'

       I wasn't angry but I sounded it pretty good and seemed much more threatening, like dangerous.

       She left her face covered.

       I cocked the gun to load the pellet.

       'What is that? Tell me. What is that sound? Please.'

       I stood over her, sitting half up on the bed, and pointed the barrel all up and down her sweet body and several times just inches from her cunt, then down her legs and back up to her head and then right to her tit, I wiggled it inside her bra, about an inch off her areola. She'd hardened. Was that the spot when she'd know for real just how bad off she was? I pointed it back into her cunt. That would be even better, more decisive, I thought. No, I returned to her tit spot, the chosen one, but this time outside her bra.

       When I fired, she exploded.

       She yanked her blouse off and hollered and screeched at me. Some of the buttons tore off she did it so violently. I'm not sure what I expected but she went ballistic vitriolic and did she know some choice words. I couldn't really swear like her because I never got that angry so it would just sound artificial.

       'You fucking jizzer. (I didn't even know what that was, but it sounded like it had something to do with sex, and when I Googled it, found out I was somewhat right.) You fucking demented maniac. (No problem with that meaning.) What do you think you're doing? You shit stain.'

       'Just getting your attention.' I joked.

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       She was peering down at her breasts. She'd pulled her bra up to see the little red welt the BB'd left. It hadn't broken the skin even though I was only an inch away when I fired, I suppose the fabric and all, but God were her tits beautiful, even perkier than her nose and a perfect extension of her crotch.

       'Hold it.' I said. 'Let me get some pictures. I like how you look, what you're doing.'

       'Go to fucking shit Hell. You belong in a toilet with all the other shit and crap. Who do you think you are doing that to me?'

       I shook the rifle.

       'I've got lots more.'

       She twisted away and heard me cock it again. She knew what the sound meant. I just sort of waved the barrel at her.

       'For the love of God, why? Stop. For the love of God, don't. Not again.'

       I put the barrel to her head just back of her ear and poked her.

       'Take your bra all the way off. I want you fucking naked.'

       'No. No. Don't. God.'

       She jerked her head to the side and her arm up and I pushed the barrel into her soft armpit, right against her pit hair and fired. This time the pellet went in and she gave the most spectacular 'aaarrrggghhh' and then she clutched the wound with her other hand and felt the little bit of blood. She pulled her hand away and held it out towards me, pitifully, to show me she was bleeding, like somehow now that mattered extra and should give me cause to pause.

       'Well?' I asked satisfied. 'I guess that hurt?'

       I cocked the gun again.

       'Off. I said all off.'

       Now she gingerly undid the front catch and let it slowly fall, all the while I had the barrel about an inch from her bud. She just waited for the nipple shot. But I had four-hundred shots. I went down to her ankle and blasted her big toe nail, and she jerked both feet all about and at first I thought the BB had ricochet, but it hadn't. It had split her nail and it was just slightly lodged in it but it must have fucking hurt like Hell. She got her hands down to pull it out and screamed even louder.

       'What do you want? Stop it. Why are you doing this? What do you want?'

       It was time.

       It was time for her to know.

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       'I want you to spread your legs again and keep them open wide no matter what.'

       Nothing more had to be said. She went into the mewling mode.

       'You wouldn't. Oh God, no. Never. No, you wouldn't.'

       They were empty words and she knew better.

       'I've got four-hundred shots, well not anymore. Make that three-hundred and ninety-seven and I'll use every one if I have to. And if that doesn't do it, I'll get another pack and start all over.'

       So, what, for the love of God, were her options? One in the pussy or a thousand elsewhere. Now she would have to steel herself like she'd never had to before. Even worse than in the dentist's chair which terrified her. The sound of his drill. Little did she know I had my own supply of drills too.

       Ever so slowly she opened up her crotch for the shot.

       I kissed her and nuzzled her bush.

       She smelled like delicious meat.

       I pulled out on individual hairs between my teeth.

       I traced the line of her uninjured labia with my index finger but didn't finger her.

       I kissed her face and her other lips, the ones on her face. I could feel them quivering and salty from her free flowing tears. I licked them off of her cheeks also. She looked so breakable.

       I moved the barrel to her nipple tip and shoved it in hard until it was buried in her breast flesh pressed firmly against her under rib. She was sure I was going to fire. I did, but there was no BB in the chamber (on purpose) and only the blast of compressed air hit her. She shrieked but quickly realized she wasn't punctured.

       I ran the barrel down to her cunt and along the outer edge of her labia and wiggled it in just a tad. I slid it up and down along her opening but didn't go in deeper. She got wet. Her clit hardened and I could see it flick as the barrel first pressed onto it and then cleared it, slipped off it. I swear I could hear it click too as she became even more engorged and hardened.

       'Do you want it in the clit or the cervix?'

       She pleaded with her eyes and her whimpers.

       'Which one?'

       She couldn't bring herself to say.

       'Fucking which one?'

       Still there was just her trembling silence.

       'Very well, both it is then.'

       'No. No, no. God no. At the opening then. Outside. Not deep inside me. Oh please no.'

       'Too late. Too fucking late.'

       'Anything. Anything, I'll do anything you want but don't hurt me like that. You don't have to. I'll do anything.'

       'You'll let me fuck you. You want me to fuck you? Now?'

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       'Yes. Yes. If that's what you want.'

       'But you didn't before. You said you didn't.'

       'I know, but now it's OK.'

       'In the ass too and across your tits? You'll let me fuck your nipples? And pierce them?'

       'Oh please no. No not that too.'

       'Then, then right into your pink it is. I'm going to shoot you in the cunt.'

       'No. No. Yes, fuck me anyway you want, if that's what you want.'

       'Fucking right it is. Why do you think you're here?'

       'Yes, if you want.'

       'OK. Good on you. Good on you, sweetheart. But look, I want to be fair. I'll give you an alternative. One to the nipple and we'll get on with the screwing.'

       'Uh? Pardon?'

       'I'm going to BB your bud and then we fuck.'

       'No you can't. It's not right.'

       'You know the alternatives. So?'

       'Oh, you can't be serious.'

       'Do I look like I'm joking? Or sound like it?'

       'Please, not close up then. From a distance then but not so near.'

       'Like target practice. Nipple bull's eyes?'

       'I. I can't. Whatever you want to call it but from farther away.'

       'You know what? I think I'm going to leave it for awhile. You look pretty upset and I think I've scared you pretty good. I'm in no hurry besides you look like you could use something else to eat. Are you hungry again?'

       She looked at me like I was kidding, like I was nuts. How could I change so quickly? Change the dynamics, the topic so quick? But she knew too that by saying yes, the current momentum would be broken and she was, in fact, hungry from all the terrified energy she'd just expended.  She'd used up a lot of it squirming and from fright so she needed the calories. She was starting to get faint, not just from the abuse but from the actual hunger. I didn't mind her passing out because her clit was being shot through or roasted but I didn't much appreciate it when it was just from an empty gut.

       I wanted her to faint for true causes.

       And the thing was, I seemed to have a special knack for taking the ordinary and infusing it with the perverse.

       I decided she should have her snack, standing up. I'd had the idea for quite awhile and was finally up for trying it out and now the time was just right since I really wanted to get her first cunt penetration out of the way, before I lodged a pellet in her pink or shot her nipple to the side.

       'Yes, please, please feed me. I'm getting faint and I'm quite hungry now.'

       'Yes. Sure, I guess I should, but you have to eat standing up. In fact, we'll eat together standing up.'

       (What I meant was joined together.)

       She looked at me quizzically as if to imply, ' So what?'

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       But she really wanted to scream out at the top of her lungs, scream out at me, 'So fucking what?' as she did later when I'd say something that made no fucking sense until she felt the torture attached to it. But for some reason, she bit her urge now. I suspect she sensed it would only make things worse for her.

       I handed her panties back to her.

       'Here, you can have some modesty again. At least for awhile. Cover your cunt up.'

       She slid and wriggled into them and her breasts jiggled just right. She wasn't getting her bra back on, that was for sure.

       'Let me cover my chest too. please.'

       'Be satisfied with small mercies, your tits stay out. I love looking at them too much, thinking about suckling them.'

       'Please. Just please, in my underwear, like you said before. And I'll model for you. I'll strut and walk and even sex it up for you, so you can get some good pictures. So please, my bra too.'

       She made a persuasive argument so I changed my mind and relented. She hung forward to get her tits into the cups and her arms through the straps and did the front catch up.

       'Here, let me adjust it for you.' I offered.

       She went to keep doing it herself, but stopped and let me take over. I pulled the cups tighter to her mounds and lightly kissed each nipple through the stretched fabric. Her tits were done for. They were goners. There was no fucking way I'd let her keep them.

       I helped her up off the bed, and guided her over to where I wanted her standing.  I walked behind her with my arms outstretched, gripping both her upper arms while leering down at her ass cheeks though her panties. I could have sphinctered her right then but checked the urge.

       I secured her neck tether to a ceiling eyelet and stepped back to view my handy work and what I intended to do to her now.

       She was so helpless and striking just standing there completely vulnerable and subject to my every whim.

       'I've changed my mind. I want you naked while we eat. Take them off again.'

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       'No. Please, you said I could be covered. I could have some modesty, at least while we eat.'

       'I've changed my mind, or at least my cock's changed its.'

       'Please. Please, just let me...'

       I picked up the BB gun.

       She was naked in ten seconds.

       'So. So, I want to try something a little different, while we eat, but I'll need your help.'

       'Oh no, please. What now?'

       'No. No, I promise it won't hurt. If it hurts you, I'll let you go. How's that?'

       She couldn't believe what she was hearing but didn't trust me entirely either. It was the very first mention I'd made to her about the possibility of freeing her.

       'No. I don't think you're sincere about that. Are you? I said I think you're going to kill me because I know what you look like. So how can you be sincere? Are you?' Under her suspicions, she asked it all so hopefully.

       'You have my word, as God's truth but you have to really co-operate and it'll take a little effort on your part, on both our parts.'

       'OK. OK, I suppose, what do you want me to do?'

       'I want to tie you with your legs apart, with your ankles apart a couple of feet.'

       'What? To watch me eat. You want to do that? Why?'

       'I said you have to co-operate, and that isn't asking a bunch of dumb questions, irrelevant questions, so you're already off to a bad start. Do you understand that?'

       'OK. OK, just get on with it then.'

       I retrieved the tools I needed and drilled pilot holes first and then screwed two, three inch steel eyelets into the floor and tied off her ankles to them using medium gauge nylon cord. She could wriggle her feet a bit but not move them any real distance in any direction.

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       She did try to squeeze her knees in together to lessen the exposure of her cunt and it was really sweet to watch. Like she was trying to protect her womanhood. I ran my hands up her long spread legs and brushed her bush. Her whole area was tight and hard and showed no inner detail. I gripped onto both sides of her hips and planted a light kiss right on her silk but didn't lick her inside. She recoiled and pulled away and back but she couldn't move far from my happy face.

       As was often the case with any bitch I kidnapped and held, she was fastened to the ceiling, like I said, by a steel cable around her throat, although now she had about four feet of slack which meant if she went to try anything, like to strike out or overpower me, I could flit away quickly and still whip the living shit out of her for trying. I liked nylon fishing rods best for whipping them and sometimes, I'd leave the last little metal loop, at the very end, on, which then became more like whip 'n' cut into the flesh, like flay it. I could always use a package of four-hundred BB's also.

       Right now, she wasn't up for another revolt. Not just yet but she'd get to it again. This I knew. Her ass cheeks were such a target for the fly rod and I'd whipped the bed a few good swishes so she could see the potential for her flesh being lacerated. The white bed sheet was nicked and shredded in several spots.

       I remembered the Quebec cunt and how I'd given her the baker's dozen across her chest. It wasn't a lucky number for her and her tits got redder and stripped and well nicked. I chuckled to myself upon realizing how much I enjoyed flaying her, how much I enjoyed giving her that present, that it made me 'Good Old St. Nick.' I was also given to flights of silliness and it was time to get back to my lunch guest.

       Her feet were secured just right. I had her four feet out from the wall and a vertical wall stud with her back to it. Now it was time to get ingenious.

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       I cut a piece of two-by-four to a five foot length. I screwed an eyelet into each of the cut ends. I screwed another eyelet into the wall stud directly behind her at her waist level. I tied one end of the two-by-four to the wall eyelet. Of course, she wanted to know what I was doing, what I was up to and why. Which, I knew exactly my goal.        She kept twisting around to look behind her which I loved how it made her one tit hang lower than the other. She'd be better off minding her own business, I thought, but appreciated that she couldn't. When she twisted about, for an extra good look, I had to cup her and squeeze her. She jerked back to face forward. I cut off a piece of the medium gauge nylon cord and tied two knots in it about an inch apart. I came to her and faced her and tied the line tightly around her waist with the two knots in the small of her back.

       'For God's sake, what is it you're doing? What are you up to? This is all so elaborate. What is it about?'

       'No. Not at all, it's really quite simple. I've got the dynamics, the process all worked out.'

       'Well, I can't see it. What's it all for? I just want to eat.'

       'Soon. Don't be impatient. Soon, we'll feast together.'

       Now it was time to implement.

       'Stand still. I want to attach this.'

       'Like what? What? Why?'

       'Just stand fucking still.'

       I started to push her waist forward, her ass forward and finally lodged the two-by-four into her back small. I tied off the eyelet to the cord around her waist between the two knots so it couldn't slip either way. She was fairly uncomfortable now and still didn't get it. She couldn't stand upright but wasn't falling down either, like by losing her balance. She was really arched to the limit of being able to remain upright. Her ass was pushed forward by a foot  and her leg muscles strained. All in all, it didn't really hurt but was just undignified. How could I get pleasure from such a purile pursuit, she wondered.

       'What's wrong with you. Why are you, - how can you enjoy this? It's so juvenile.'

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       Now I walked around to face her and it was just as I'd engineered. Her cunt was right out forward like a car hood ornament from the fifties and her breasts sort of lay down her chest which was angled and laid back. God was she a special picture. Like, 'Come and get it. Here's my pussy, come and lick it and stick it.'

       Now she was angry and defiant.

       'OK. OK, so you've got me this way. How can you get pleasure from this? Just seeing me standing like this which I can't help. But so what? So I'm more exposed. Is that your jolly?'

       'Absolutely. Fucking right, but that's not all of it.'

       'Huh? What? What's this shit? You want to take some more pictures, your dirty little school boy pictures of me like this?'

       'Yeah, I suppose I could do that too. But later. This isn't all of it. But I have to get us some food first. It'll take a few minutes, so don't go anywhere.' I joked.

       'Go to Hell. You're sick and you're pathetic. I hate you. Go to Hell. Don't you fucking leave me like this.'

       I ignored her orders and was off to the kitchen. As I opened the door, she hollered again for help, only this time really loudly, like shrieked for their attention. I was just so pleased how I'd fooled her.

       I had some ready made ham sandwiches from the deli, which was handy since I didn't  have to spend time making them which meant more torture time for her. I had some Dad's oatmeal cookies and a jug of milk. And, of course, the ever ubiquitous bananas. I had ones that were barely ripe so they'd be extra firm and never kept them in the refrigerator, as some people mistakenly did. They are a tropical fruit never intended for refrigeration. I wanted her to have good nutrition to stay healthy and toned for my abuses. I was back to her with them on a tray.

       She called for help again, as I entered, but less convincingly.

       'Still standing, I see. Like the leaning tower of Pisa. A might uncomfortable and undignified though, don't you think? But, I must say, you look pretty good to me with your hips out like that, like your cunt wants it. Like it's calling to me, come and get it. Come and probe me and explore me.'

       'Go to Hell. Just let me eat. You're filthy disgusting.'

       I brought a small table over and set it in front of her, but off to the side a bit and set the food tray on it. She could just reach her stuff with one hand by twisting to the side and pulling herself down.

       She went to do so.

       'No. No. hold it.'

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       'Oh, you want to get in position to watch me. Is that it? To take some pictures too? Is that it?'

       'No, not quite.'

       'Well, what then? What? What? What?'

       She was nervous and about to become a whole lot more so.

       I started to undress.

       'Oh. Oh, now I see. You're going to fuck me first. All spread like this and helpless and you're going to do it to me first. Aren't you a man? A big powerful he-man? You're a twerp.'

       I picked up the BB gun and poked it to her opening. I was so tempted to fire.

       'No. Put it down. Don't. For God's sake.'

       I pulled it away slowly and settled the barrel just under her nipple and pushed into her. I looked her right in the eyes. She knew she was going to get it.

       The copper pellet buried itself about a quarter inch into her jug. She squirmed and screamed and twisted and, of course, cursed me.

       'You're an inhuman monster and I hate you to Hell. I hate you.'

       'Yeah, for good reason now, I guess.'

       I put the gun down and continued taking my clothes off until just my briefs were on which were all bulged out in the front. She could well see my boner was ready for her, but was she ready for it? In a word, yes.

       'So hurry up then, if that's what you have to do. If you're so intent on raping me.'

       I took my underwear off and my rod was like a pole. I stood proudly in front of her about two feet off, touching her up and down while grabbing onto my cock and gazing into her defiant eyes, studying her revulsion. She was pissed at me and a trickle of blood seeped down her blasted tit. I gently placed my hands on her hips and guided my knob to her slit. I wriggled her a bit and was about an inch in. Right off I could feel her engorged clit and she was juicy wet and open, like open for business, my business, you might say. I moved one of my hands to her ass at the back and gave a slow, sliding push. It wasn't even a thrust it was so measured and deliberate, like sliding a thread into the eye of a needle.

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       I reached around to the back of her ass with my other hand and pulled her really hard up and forward and now I was buried in her right up to my hilt. My pubic hair was tangled in hers. I was pushed about an inch past her cervix which made it twist off to the side to get out of the way of my boner's head. I tensed my hips and just held myself there, like locked into her, barely moving and not pumping at all, not the least little bit. I was in her but not fucking her and she looked confused.

       And that's how we were gong to eat.

       It would be an intimately shared experience.

       I pushed my upper body back to look her in the face. She was conflicted and angry. I ran my hands up to her nipples and looked her deeper in the eyes. I worked her tits for a bit and tasted her blood off her tit. Then I just stopped.

       I pulled the food tray a bit closer, picked up her sandwich and handed it to her.

       'Hurry up and finish, so I can eat it.' She said.

       'Finish what? I'm not doing anything.'

       'Yes, but. Yes you are, so finish.'

       'Start eating it.' I said.

       'What? What? With you.. What?'

       'Just eat it and I'll eat mine too. We'll share a meal together. Sort of gives new meaning to it, doesn't it?'

       She was starting to get the idea. I was going to stay stuck inside her while we dined. She'd never heard of such a thing before.

       'Are you nuts? Totally nuts? You cock's in me and you expect me to eat while it's still in me?'

       'That's the idea. Every last bite and drop to drink.'

       I leaned back further to view her better, how we were joined and fused together and I pulled her cunt more forward with my dick. It was like she was impaled on it. She seemed like she could lose her balance so I held her firm, steadied her by her tits and looked back into her distressed face.

       'Don't these make great handles? I suppose they're love handles. Don't you think? Now eat. Start.'

       She took the first tentative bite and I gave her a tiny cock thrust or more like a harder, deeper push in. I picked up my sandwich and got a good bite. I took my time chewing before I swallowed so she'd know it wasn't going to be over fast. Still,

she was trying to eat hers quickly. I felt so contented feasting like that. Like why hadn't I thought of it before? But now it was firmly planted in my repertoire. Just as firmly as I was in her.

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       'Slow down. Slow it up. One bite at a time and chew it good before you swallow. Like me. Didn't your mother tell you that? Sure she did. I know she did.'

       She slowed down with the gulping, like trying to scarf it down. I moved my face to hers to give her a nice kiss. She tried to turn her head away so I took her face between my two hands and gave her a good long, probing one and then pulled back to see here eyes again. They were even more on fire. God she hated me and her eyes screamed it out. We'd each had several more bites and it was all so surreal. There were two sandwiches each and now she'd finished her first.

       'Have a cookie now. These ones are really good for you. Oatmeal. I want to keep your strength up, be good and healthy for me to fuck and abuse.'

       'You say it, you make it sound as if they're something different and not one in the same.'

       'What, fuck and abuse?'

       'Yes.'

       'Oh, they're different. You want to believe it. If I'm fucking you, I'm not abusing you. You're made, you're constructed to be fucked. But abuse, oh no, your body's not made for my ideas of that.'

       'Go to.. fuck you.'

       She waited for me to hand the cookie to her.

       'Well let me have one.'

       'Reach it yourself.' I said.

       She had to struggle, extending her arm to finally latch on to one and it made her crotch gyrate against my rod. I could barely keep from fucking her and my pole was still poker straight. It was starting to hurt since it's been ten minutes since I'd shoved it into her.

       She ate the cookie and seemed to enjoy it.

       Now it was time for a banana.

       She had to know. She just had to know, that to me it was a dildo.

       I selected the longest one, with the biggest diameter and handed it to her.

       'Here, peel this.'

       She took it and bit into the stem end and dutifully removed its skin. She went to take a bite.

       'Hold it. Stop. Have a good look at it. What does it look like to you?'

       She barely gave it a cursory glance.

       'It's a banana, a fucking fruit.'

       'Yeah, but what does it resemble?'

       We both knew what I was talking about but she wanted to play dumb, like she thought by not saying it, it might somehow prevent it from being utilized.

       'Don't play stupid. All women know what a banana can be used for, and I bet a lot have done it.'

       'You're sick.'

       'So you do know what I'm on about.'

       'Yes, of course, it resembles a dildo.'

       'Bingo. You ever shove one up your cunt.'

       'You're disgusting.'

       'What about up your cunt and then ate it?'

       'You're nothing but disgusting.'

       'So, thanks for the compliment, but I think that's what we should do.'

       'In a pig's eye. I won't let you.'

       'Give me it. I want it.'

       'Get your own.' She shot back.

       I rammed her with my thing, deflecting her cervix even more.

       She cried out but her mind was working overtime. She figured if I was going to use the banana as I said, finally I'd get my cock out of her and end the humiliation she'd endured for about twenty minutes now. She figured the banana was definitely the lesser of two evils.

       She gave me it and I put it in my mouth and licked it all over the end but didn't take a bite. I held it up in front of her face all knowing and self-satisfied.

       'So get out of me, so you can put it in.' She ordered me.

       'Not so fast.'

       I reached around with it to her back, to her backside. I played around with her bare bum crack and traced my middle finger into her sphincter. With my other hand I fed the fruit tip to it.

       'Oh, you bastard. Don't. No. I don't want that.'

       I nuzzled it against her pucker and then eased it in about four inches. I slid it back and forth.

       'God. God. God, stop it. No. No, stop it. You said before you wouldn't hurt me.'

       'That doesn't hurt. It's just uncomfortable, and embarrassing and humiliating, but it doesn't hurt. Does it? Getting fruit fucked.'

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       'But. But..' She stammered.

       'Yeah, your fucking butt.'

       I pulled the banana out and handed it to her.

       She didn't want to take it so I skewered her even deeper with my cock. Her cervix could tear, she thought, so she took hold of the snack.

       'Now eat it.'

       Of all things, she threw it away.

       I was not one for wasting food, especially not garnished food.

       I pulled all the way down, almost out of her, took a deep breath and gave her such a ram that it did tear the side of her vix where it met her upper canal. She screeched out.

       'Want to try that again?'

       'No. Oh God please, you said you wouldn't hurt me. You'd let me go if you did and now I can feel myself bleeding inside. You said.'

       'And you believed me, you stupid cunt? As if I'd ever let you go before I...'

       'Let me go. You said. Let me go.'

       'Look, lets get the banana thing done again. No problem, there's another one.'

       Five minutes later she was eating her own cunt juice on the smaller banana. I'd shoved into her ass first and then I'd smeared it around my shaft and up into her cunt a bit and it got lots of her lubricant.

       'Save the next bite for me.' Which she did.

       The flavor was far from unpleasant.

       Between the two of us, we finished it off except for the last inch which I stuffed back up into her rectum and left it there.

       'Good place to store it for safe keeping. Don't you think?'

       'You are unimaginably horrid and disgusting and I don't want to talk to you any more.'

       'But that's just the thing, I want to chat with you.'

       Now I leaned away from her to talk to her like having a conversation while I was still plugged inside her to the hilt.

       'This is different. Isn't it? Really fucking different. Like we're really making a connection.'

       'You're sick and demented and you're a liar. No one's ever done this before, so you're really sick. No one's even thought to do it so your imagination's really twisted.'

       'Or just plain imaginative. Why not look at it that way, like extra creative?'

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       'You're just plain nuts.'

       'Now, tell me about your modelling. How has it been going for you and are you doing well? Have you done any nude stuff?'

       'What? What? God damned you, stop being so twisted. You think we're going to have a conversation? Like this?'

       'No, like this.' I gyrated my crotch against her and thrust deeper, meaner. Her vix tore away a bit more.

       'OK. OK. OK. What do you want to know?'

       'I told you. Here, start your next sandwich.'

       'I'm not hungry any more.'

       'That doesn't matter. I'm telling you to have it, to eat it for the nourishment.'

       She glared at me defiantly.

       'See the fishing rods?' I implied.

       She took her first bite of the second sandwich and talked with her mouth full. She had some habits I'd have to thrash out of her.

       'I, Yes, I've done well and I'm doing well. I always liked the beauty business and I know I'm not bad looking, so I fit right in.'

       'You think you're not bad looking? You're fucking fantastic looking. Why else do you think you're here? And I want to share a little secret with you, a compliment. I've had other women here as good looking as you, but none better. You're one of the tens, absolutely.'

       She just had to ask. 'What happened to those women?'

       'We're talking about you, not me, but I can tell you, not this, we never shared a meal or had a conversation joined like this. It's not so bad now, is it?'

       'It's disgusting, but that's why you're doing it. To disgust me.'

       'I'm doing it because my prick likes it. It loves the feel of your cunt just wrapped around it, like a tight muff mit.'

       'You're disgusting.'

       'Tell me more about the beauty stuff. You mustn't have started on your own.'

       'Well no. Yes, you're right. I.. I..'

       I brushed her nipple. I pushed her shoulders back and twisted my face down to suckle her.

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       'I.. I...'

       'Keep talking. I can hear you just fine while I milk you.'

       I tongued all around her crinkling areola.

       'What, getting excited?'

       'No, I'm. You bastard. It's involuntary.'

       I pushed two thumbs hard up under and into her tit and went in for a nip, like a nip nip.

       She jerked back hard.

       'Careful. Careful.' I said and bit just a little bit too hard.

       'Ow. Ouch. You said you wouldn't hurt me. And now you're doing it again.'

       'Oh yeah. Yeah. That's right.' So this time I stopped.

       'I don't trust you.'

       'So tell me, continue. You weren't on your own to start then.'

       'That's right, but I was younger and naive and looked pretty much then the same as now, only more youthful, so the men, some of the men expected things.'

       'But the dick always raises its ugly head? The one-eyed monster coming for you?'

       'Yes. No. But.'

       'So you wouldn't put out? But you're putting out now.'

       'No, I'm not. And you know it.'

       'I suppose, but it feels pretty good, like you are.'

       I gripped her ass cheek and gunned my cock even deeper into her while I stretched out one of her nipples.

       'If you don't watch it, my cock's going to come out your mouth or at least tickle your tonsils, or did you have them out as a kid? Like most kids?'

       'They're out.' She replied.

       'OK. Then your mouth it is then.'

       'Go to Hell. You're stupid.'

       'So continue about your career. How'd you get from the dirty old men to do your present stuff?'

       'One wasn't that way, a dirty old man. He was different, smooth and calculating. He got me to stay late one night and he. he....he.....'

       'No. No, say it isn't true. Shit and piss and shit. Don't tell me you've been raped before.'

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       ''He wouldn't stop and I couldn't stop him.'

       'Just like you can't stop me.'

       'Oh please. No, not..'

       'But he did do you? He did you? He stuck his cock in you?'

       'Yes, he raped me, but he wasn't really mean. But I decided at that moment, I was going to be successful, in spite of him and I never spoke to him again.'

       'You didn't go to the cops?'

       'He said no one would believe me because he was so established and I seemed to idolize him so much, so people would say I just did it to further myself.'

       'Well, doesn't that fucking tear it? I'm not the first one to rape you. God damned it. How did it compare then? He a better rapist than me?'

       'He wasn't mean. Stop it. You're being obnoxious and puerile again.'

       'So answer me, was he better?'

       'I can't answer that. Comparisons don't apply.'

       'You know, actually you're right because technically, I haven't raped you yet. But we can soon remedy that.'

       'No. stop. You said.'

       'I said I was going to have intercourse with you and now I'm going to..'

       I gave her four hard ins and outs. I could barely keep from cumming too fast. I pushed in on her nipples to pin them against the ribs bones underneath them. I drove her tits almost up to her shoulders. I gripped onto her ass at the back and thrust sideways another four or five jabs.

       I talked to her. 'So remember then, did he feel like this? Was he strong like this? Tearing at you like this?'

       There was something she was holding back and she suddenly burst into tears.

       'Stop. Stop it. You're terrorizing me, My vagina, staying in me so long. So just stop it.'

       'Your vagina? Your fucking skewered cunt.'

       I gave her another four fuck thrusts.

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       'Is it the same, or better?'

       I was starting to grunt and pant, I was ramming so hard.

       'No. No, it's not the same at all. It's not at all.'

       Now, I was confused.

       'He didn't... He didn't... my vagina.'

       'He buggered you. The bastard did your asshole? The bastard? The fucking prince, the fucking prince got your sphincter? That's why you hated the banana? Well shit, why didn't you say?'

       'It's not something you share.'

       'So I'm the first to rape your cunt.'

       She nodded.

       'Good, great. I feel better about that.'

       'Well you shouldn't.' She whispered meekly.

       'Torture. What about torture? Did he torture you?'

       'Of course not.' She said indignantly. 'Why would he?'

       'Why does anybody do anything? For the fun of it. The pleasure of it.'

       'Torture? No. No.'

       'You know, a few think torture is the ultimate fun, the supreme recreation.'

       I looked her right in the eyes and she was tearing up again. I gave her a soft kiss and got another cookie and handed it to her.

       'Here. Have another. And settle down, I'm not going to torture you.' She needed to believe my lie.

       She took it and ate it while I stopped thrusting.

       The thing was, I'd been in her almost half an hour now and my erection was holding up pretty good although it wanted to go soft a couple of times and the vicious thrusts helped it re-harden. I'd made a deal with myself I wouldn't fuck her, like to cum. This wasn't about that. But then of all things, she started to fuck me. She started to thrust her pelvis on my shaft, like she thought that's what I wanted and she could speed up getting it over with.

       I gave her the most indignant retort.

       'What do you think you're doing?'

       'I'm sore. I'm staring to get really sore, so I thought..'

       'You'd jerk me off? Is that what you thought? Speed up the process?'

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       She looked really dismayed like she knew she'd errored.

       'But I thought..'

       'And you were wrong. If I wanted to fuck you, I'd be fucking you. Fucking you right now and I don't mean a few jabs now and then. How many times have I fucked you already?'

       'None. You haven't yet. Just threatened to.'

       'That's right, so when I'm ready, that's when it'll happen, if you still have a cunt.'

       'Uh? What?'

       'You heard me, if you still have a hole.'

       'That's horrible. Impossible.'

       'God dammed you, you presumptuous slut.'

       'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean...'

       'You didn't mean? Things were going so well. We were having a nice meal and chat and then you tried that. You tried to fuck me. You slut. You stupid cunt hoar.'

       I was trying to act like I was angry and wasn't sure if it rang true, like sounded real enough to be convincing.

       'I'm sorry. I said it. I'm sorry I tried it. Just don't use the fishing rod to whip me. Is that what you want now? To whip me to punish me?'

       'If I do, and I have to think about it, it'll be on your cunt. I'll spread your legs wide and lash your labia and the inner ones too.'        

       'Oh God, no. No. You wouldn't. Don't say that.'

       'Well, what about across your tits then? See if I can catch your nipples? Do it until I do.'

       'No. No. Oh, no....' She wailed.

       'If I decide to, You'll chose. Your cunt or your tits. - or both.'

       Then just like that, I returned to our previous conversation, like it was a normal one.

       'So tell me, about your first successful assignment?'

       'Uh? What? Are you kidding?'

       'No. Your first positive job. What was it all about? And here, have some milk.'

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       It was as if I hadn't exploded at her or planted the horrible images in her mind which I did. I stroked her hair at the side of her face and gave her another kiss with a bit of tongue and she actually gave me some back, seemingly not knowing what to do, what she should or shouldn't do next. I so loved having her sexually confused like an inexperienced young girl would be.

       I let her drink and she downed half the glass.

       I took the glass and touched her nose gently, almost playfully, with it.

       'So tell me more. I asked you if you ever did any nude stuff.'

       'You know I wouldn't have. You just know that about me already.'

       'What, you're too prissy to have?'

       'No, that's not it at all. I'm not that. I have morals and standards.'

       'I bet you do and they're sure being broken now, aren't they? Like in spades.'

       'You're evil.'

       'Wholesome. OK, then, that's what I'll call you. Too wholesome to display your cunt to the world. What with the internet, the whole world could see what I've had the pleasure of seeing. Maybe I should post some of your pictures. Even take some special ones, like bondage or suspensions. Or tit torture, that's always one of my favorites, where they tie up and compress tits until they become purple and look like they're going to burst. And you know what, I've got a secret. They will burst and they do burst. Maybe not little ones like yours, but maybe too they could be made to. What do you think?'

       'God. God, No. No, don't post my pictures. How can you be so sick?'

       'Practice, baby. Practice makes perfect.' And I gave her a nice little tit squeeze and kiss.

       'Uhm, you think this'd burst?'

       'Please. you've scared me. I have to pee, pee now.'

       'So hold it. We won't be too much longer.'

       'No. I can't. I know I can't.'

       So now, such was my dilemma. If I pulled out of her, my pecker would surely go flaccid, and if I didn't, she was going to piss all over the place. And I so loved what I'd been doing and wanted it more than more.

       'Damn it.' I said to her.' You cunts are all alike. When it comes to the bathroom. Once you've gotta go, that's it.'

       'Yes, please. Exactly. Please. Women have small bladders.'

       'Well, I'll make you a deal. You hold it another fifteen minutes and we finish our eats and conversation and it's all done. If you want to piss now, I'll have to leave it for awhile, until I can get hard again and we'll have to do it all over. Start it from the beginning again. It's up to you.'

       She was on the horns of my arbitrary dilemma.

       'This isn't right and you know it. You're being a bastard and worse than usual.'

       'Them's your choices and if you piss all over me you get the rod whipping, like I said, and you chose what part of your sex I attack.'

       'Then you'll have to start again because I can't hold it.'

       'You're sure.'

       'Yes. Yes, please hurry and get me to the toilet. You'll have to start again.'

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       I gave her a hard up thrust to see if I could dislodge any piss, which I didn't and then I drew out of her ever so slowly. I got right down on my knees and licked my tongue across her slippery slit. I kissed her and pushed my nose into her and my tongue was onto her hard clit. I pushed my teeth onto her like I was going to bite right through it.

       'Oh. Oh please stop. Stop. I really have to go. I can't hold it any longer and you're not being fair.'

       I reached for my milk glass on the table and took the last two gulps and held the glass to her slit.

       'Uh? What?' She said.

       'Anytime. Go anytime, into the glass.'

       She didn't want to.

       (Did she know she'd have to drink it?')

       'It's the glass or the floor and I told you what happens if you make a mess.'

       She pissed half a glass full with her cunt pushed way out and me holding the glass forced tight around her urethra opening. It was not dignified but was spectacular to smell and watch. She was finished and relieved.

       'That's better then?

       'Yes. Yes, thank you.'

       'Don't thank me yet.'

       'What? Why?'

       'You didn't finish your milk.'

       She reached for it instinctively like she knew she'd have to eventually.

       'You need to finish your milk. Hold it a sec.'

       I poured her piss into her milk glass and set it there for her.'

       'You can't think. You can't believe.' She stammered.

       'Whenever. I'm in no hurry. It's there for you anytime you're ready. I'll just wait.'

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       My prick had gone soft so I wouldn't be able to start it all over again for awhile. I pulled up a chair and just gazed at her for about half an hour with her crotch thrust right out to my face.

       I reached out every so often and took full hand squeezes of her area. It was like grabbing a small hard balloon divided down the middle.

       Then I said, 'Not thirsty yet?'

       'Go to Hell. I told you I'm not.'

       I got up and picked out three fishing rod whips. By the time I got back she'd drunk the glass half empty.

       'Stop. Stop it.' I barked.

       'No. Why? No. I'm forcing myself to...So you won't..'

       'Yeah, that's all and good. But I have to piss too.'

       Now she looked horrified.

       I took her glass and filled it almost to the top with my urine.

       I handed it back to her.

       Her face was distorted in disgust from the foul taste she'd already experienced, and now this. And it was even more, it was the repulsive idea of drinking her own urine and now mine, plus could I make her eat her own shit? And mine? I was sure there was a way. I'd just have to find it. And I was sure she'd provide me a reason to justify it.

       She couldn't take the prospects and threw caution, and her safety, to the wind.

       She hurled the full glass at me and it broke.

       Well, we were certainly done with that, for the time being.

       She glared at me and trembled in her skin.

       'That was a mistake. It was a mistake, wasn't it?'

       She had no idea how to reply.

       'Look, that was an anger reaction, wasn't it? So you lost it and had to strike out.'

       'Please. Yes. Please. I can see you understand. So please I'm sorry.'

       'So you made a mistake.'

       'Yes, I shouldn't have and I'm sorry.'

       'That's very well then, but you will have to pay for your error in judgement. For your outburst and it's either the whips or the BB gun. Or the broken glass. That's how you'll pay.'

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       'Oh my God. No. No. You said you understood. You said. Don't hurt me. Don't..'

       'I'll get to it later. You can be sure of that, but for now you'll need to find something new for us to talk about. It'll probably be a few hours before I can get an erection hard enough to start all over again. I need one that'll last, so I'll come back when I'm ready.'

       'No. No. Please let me down now. Let me down. It hurts now. You hurt me inside, tore at my cervix, I can feel it, like torn and bleeding, so please.'

       'No. No. Why and go to the bother of getting you all set up in just the right position again. Your cunt pushed out like it is. Why bother, it won't be that long.'

       And with that, to her cries of protest, I was out the door and I couldn't have been happier. God did my cock feel great, like supreme. I wondered what she'd share for our next gab fest. I wanted to ask her about her first period and how she lost her vaginal virginity and did she know what nipple orgasms were. And I was thinking for the next time, about that part of the Viagra add that says, 'If an erection lasts for more than four hours, consult your doctor.' I figured I had to get me some of that so I decided I wouldn't go back at it until I could try for an 'in cunt record'. There were lots of other things I could do, but for that, I'd hold off.

       So I still had the matter of whipping or shooting at her sex parts. And I pretty well knew it wouldn't be her cunt she'd choose. And I also knew, regardless of what she said, I wanted to lace her with the whips. I wanted to strafe her nipples. And stuff the broken glass all the way into her twat. No matter how she pleaded, I wanted the fishing rods to chew up her tit flesh and the glass shards to lacerate her cervix, maybe even get into her womb and cut open her belly from the inside.

       So, I'd decided to put off the replay until another day. But then the more I thought about it, I knew I had to have a more serious conversation with her. She had no business throwing the glass and breaking it and I hadn't really addressed her outburst and defiance.  I needed to. If there was any hope of her living longer than a few days, I knew I had to address her growing contrary attitudes. I really looked forward to the exchange and thought about what I'd say through out much of the night before I dropped off to blissful sleep after I'd jerked off in her underpants and bra.

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       I awoke the next morning all refreshed and eager. I bounced in to see her and had forgotten I'd left her tied standing naked in the awkward position all night. I was still wearing her bra and panties from the night before. She was collapsed over forward but not able to get all the way down onto the floor. The waist line was supporting her and she was twisted to the side with her knees buckled and her cunt was spread even more. It was truly the most unnatural, uncomfortable position one could imagine and she'd spent most of the night that way, from when she couldn't stay awake any longer and more passed out than went to sleep.

       She appeared still unconscious as I approached her. I took hold of her hair and yanked her head up roughly. God her face was gorgeous. I was pretty sure she winced but couldn't tell for sure. I grabbed hold of her cunt with an iron grip and pulled her upright. Now I knew she was awake.

       'God. You bastard. Stop it. How could you leave me this way all night?'

       'Sorry sweetie, I forgot. I got to thinking about something else and you slipped my mind. What do you think of these?'

       I did a pirouette to show off how her underwear fit me and she could see my cum stains across the smooth silk portion at the top of her panties. My pecker hung out one leg hole.

       'You look just ridiculous. You bastard. You stinking bastard. I have to go to the bathroom. I have to go bad.'

       I suspected she wasn't kidding since she'd only got to piss the once into the glass, and of course, had to re-ingest it. So I knew she had a shit load of shit to get out of her rectum. I didn't really want the mess of cleaning that up from all over the floor, so I accommodated her and lo and behold, there was the little piece of banana floating in the bowl along with the rest of her crap.

       In about ten minutes we were back to her cell and I let her lie on the bed, secured only by her neck line tied to the bed head stead.

       'Look, I'm sorry I forgot about you. You've got some attitude adjustments you have to make. We'd better find some common ground here. We'd better find a compromise or you're going to end up dead. Fucking stone cold dead. You get it?'

       I knew by now, that compromise wasn't her thing at all, but she certainly knew I wasn't just all talk either. Now she knew for sure I was more than willing to abuse her and she was starting to see that all my before-hand talk was just a way to draw it out. Just a way for me too savor it more and to build up her fear and dread before I got on to the actual doing. Mental torture before the real deal.

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       Mental cruelty and psychological torture, before I got to her meat, and our meetings of genitals.

       'I can't compromise with you. Whatever I do, whatever I agree to, you'll always want more. I know it and you know it too, so how can I meet you half way?'

       'First of all, you're way off on the fraction. You're fucking dreaming in technicolor if you think it's fifty-fifty. It's not. Not by a long shot. It's ninety-five - five and you might get it to ninety - ten if you co-operate. That's the best compromise I'll give you. Ninety percent what I want, my way, and ten percent yours, which seems totally fair to me since I could have it one hundred, one hundred and ten percent my way.'

       The beauty of that kind of split was that instead of puncturing her clit with ten spiral finishing nails, I'd do it with nine and I'd barely notice the difference and she'd barely notice the difference since she'd be so numbed from the previous pain. Still and all, I suppose, there was the proverbial straw to break the camel's back. One too many nails into her clit could theoretically lead to her coffin.

       'Yes, you're right, but it's not fair as you say. You have no right to do any of this to me, so none of it's fair, not even a fraction of one percent and as I just said, you won't compromise anyway. Not for real. Not in any meaningful way.'

       'If that's the case, why would I bother to bring it up, to talk about it?'

       'You know why. We both know why. To torment me. To make me think I have hope when there isn't any. You do it to draw out your control.'

       'You figure that all out on your own? You're not a dumb cunt at all, then are you?'

       'You know I'm not. I don't think you ever thought I was. I think you picked me, picked me out to be your victim because you thought I was smart and capable and that I'd be a challenge. Before I succeeded at modelling, I went to law school. I didn't like it, didn't like what I'd have to do as a lawyer, what I might become. I didn't like what people thought of lawyers in general, so you knew and you know, I'm not dumb and I know what you're all about.'

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       She assumed I was going to ask her to elaborate, but I didn't. I'd save that for a later conversation when she hated me even more. She had me dead to rights on the other scores though.

       'So if you're so smart, why are you here being controlled by a sadistic, torturing madman?'

       'Oh God, I know. But I don't think you are. Not right to the core. I mean when you kiss me softly you do it really nicely, like you really know how to love a woman. So you're not that way to your soul. And besides, anybody can trick an unsuspecting person. You don't have to be smart and I don't have to be dumb for that to happen. It only takes intent and willingness on your part. Willingness to terrorize. Willingness to break the law and to terrorize.'

       'And you think I've proven my willingness?'

       'Yes, I understand that you are.'

       'What else? What else do you think is in my willingness repertoire?'

       She just laid there squirming inside, not wanting to suggest anything.

       'What's the matter? Afraid you'll give me some ideas? Some fresh approaches? Something I haven't thought of? Are you?'

       'No. No. I don't know what to say. How can I know?'

       'What you're thinking. Give me another thing you think I'm willing to do to you.'

       She pretty well knew what she said, I'd do to her, so she didn't want to make it too serious but if she made it too light, like not serious, she expected I'd just keep asking until we got to the mean stuff. I must say, she did surprise me pleasantly.

       'I think you'll want to, you'd be willing to have anal intercourse with me, like when I was raped. I think you'd like to fuck me in the ass. You'd be willing to.'

       'Well good golly, Miss Molly,  right up your fucking ass. Right into your sphincter. Hot damn. Hot time in the asshole tonight.'

       'Stop being so crude.'

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       'You mean it? Right up your fucking ass hole?'

       Of course, I'd intended to do it all along but didn't expect the subject to arise so soon. I mean, the banana thing was just plain mean and I didn't consider it any form of raping her. She was full of surprises and I still wondered what her next worse choice would have been.

       'What was your next choice, worse than that? Unless you like it up the ass, acquired a taste for it after the old guy buggered you. Some women do, they prefer it. Is that you?'

       'Shut up. It isn't, so shut up.'

       'So why did you chose being buggered again? Because you knew it wouldn't hurt that much? Is that it?'

       'No, not at all. Of course it hurt. I was only fifteen.'

       'Fifteen!! Fuck you were just a baby. Why didn't he bust your cherry too?'

       'He said he, he said he was going to do it regular too, but someone was ringing at the door.'

       'Coitus interruptus. Saved by the door bell. You fucking little slut, you got lucky. But then I got lucky too and we hadn't even met.'

       'You're unbelievable. To make fun of that.'

       'So that's why you chose your asshole again, because you know your cunt doesn't count for me, and you figured it'd be like before and not hurt so much.'

       'I told you it hurt but I think I can stand it, if you're not too rough.'

       'And it won't leave any permanent scars, like any lasting damage.'

       'Please just answer my suggestion. Is that what you wanted to hear?'

       'OK. So let me see, let me think. Am I willing to fuck you up the ass? Geeze, I suppose. In a word, yup.'

       She looked fully resigned.

       'Should we do it now?' I asked.

       She clenched her face, her jaw hardened and her chin started to quiver and she moved her head side to side to say, no.

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       'Very well, we'll get to that later then. You just ask me when you're ready.'

       Wasn't that just prime delicious? She had to look forward to asking me to rape her in the butt, just fucking delicious and perverse.

       'Now tell me, what was your next worse item?'

       'I can't, I don't know, so I can't say. But I have to ask you something about your willingness.'

       'Go ahead, shoot. I'm all ears.'

       'I know I said about it before, but are you going to kill me? Are you actually willing to do that? Please tell me.'

       'Why? Why do you have to know that?'

       'I do. I must and please tell me. Have you killed before, actually killed a woman before?'

       I looked at her suspicious, like she was setting a trap for me.

       'What, you think I've got a bunch of bodies buried around here?'

       (I suppose more than a dozen would qualify as a bunch.)

       'No, I'm not saying that. No. - Do you?'

       'Well now, I'm insulted. You think I'm an indiscriminate murderer?'

       (Indiscriminate? Fuck, no one could be more discriminate, more selective than I was. Perfect body, perfect tits, perfect face, perfect attitude, perfect, perfect, perfect. I only wanted to bust perfection, and had been exceptional in my selections. If they weren't outstanding, like model's or beauty queen's good looks, they didn't stand a chance of being murdered by me. It was like a compliment if they were good enough looking for me to kill them.)

       'No, that's just the problem, my problem. I believe you're discriminating against me because of how I look and how you perceive me to be. If I was fat and ugly, I don't think I'd be here. Am I right?'

       'But you're not, are you? Fat and ugly? In fact, like I told you before, you're a ten. It might be said you're a choice prime cunt with grade A perfect tits. Do you see yourself that way?'

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       For a moment I got all philosophical and reflected on the imbalance of our circumstances.

       I mean, I could stare at her nipples knowing she wouldn't  have them and she'd think I was appreciating how she looked. And I knew how she'd look with them off and she thought, at worst, I might nibble and suckle on her.

       When the Creator made it that a woman couldn't read a pervert's mind, He really did her a disservice and yet I could practically read her mind which seemed somewhat unfair, like inequitable. I guess God was a man before the masses killed Him off and I know that was probably the fault of the feminists. God being perceived as male by mainstream pop theology and all.

       I found it just astounding how a woman, in her circumstances, could delude herself into believing she wasn't going to get the cock, and of, course, they had no real concept of sexual torture or mutilation. That realm dwelt in my mind and hers was closed off to it. How utterly excellent that I could know her inner workings but she'd never clue into mine. Anyhow, it all seemed just perfect to me and I wanted to play a tit game with her, like play a joke on them. And she wouldn't appreciate my twisting sense of humor at all.

       'God your tits, you've got the nicest tits I've ever seen.

       She gave me a withering look, like I had a lot of nerve complementing her that way.

       'You'd think you could thank me for such a positive appraisal.'

       'Go to Hell. I don't care what you think of them, or of me.'

       'Oh, but you should. You see, I've got a real thing for tits.'

       'So what? Lots of men do.'

       'Lots of men sucked on yours?'

       'Go to Hell, you creep.'

       'Yeah, but I'm not lots of men, the thing I have for tits is,

       (I was about to let her have it right between the mounds, right in the valley.) I like to keep them.'

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       'What? What's that?'

       'I like to collect them, as in cut them off.'

       'You're crazy. You're out of your fucking mind. My tits?'

       'Oh no, you don't have to worry. Yours are too fucking nice to slice off, so I don't know where that leaves us.'

       'What? Why?'

       'Well that's usually what it takes for me to let a woman go, like go alive. She agrees to give them up. She becomes a jug amputee and away she goes off into her new titless life, but I can't do that with you so I don't know how I'm ever going to let you go.'

       I lied so convincingly. I'd never, ever let one go alive.

       Now she wasn't quite so relieved her tits would stay put. Oh, they'd still bounce and flop good but they weren't going anywhere.

       'Still, you could always beg me to cut them off and I might re-consider. But I'd have to believe you really meant it. No half way pleas or measures.'

       'You're sick. I'll never, not not ever.'

       'Do you think you're the first one whose said that or thought that? You cunts are all so predictable.'

       'Well I'm not, and I never will be.'

       'Predictable?' I asked.

       'Yes. I'm not predictable.'

       'We'll see.'

       'Uh? What's that supposed to mean?'

       'We'll see, just as I said. I think you are. Tell you what, I'm going to write something down on a piece of paper, I predict you will do, and we'll see.'

       'There's no need to waste your time because I won't. I'm not.'

       'Oh, no bother. It'll just take a minute. And while you're at it, I want you to get dressed again. Here, I'll give you these back.'

       I stripped out of her bra and cum stained panties and handed them to her. As much as she didn't like the thought of my jizz in her pantie's crotch, and at the top of the waistband, she had all her clothes back on in no time (except for her outer jacket) and felt somewhat safer for it.

       (I just love watching a woman dress and undress and often made them do it just for the visual entertainment value it presented.)

       'So you're an individualist, are you? Not like the rest of them? Not like other cunts?' I said

       'Yes, I suppose  I've always tried to remain an individual, to be strong and do it my way.'

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       'Just like in the song? Paul Anka's song?'

       'Yes, I suppose.'

       'You know what? That's my song too. I'm going to do you my way.'

       I finished scribbling.

       I went to a cupboard and retrieved my clear plastic container of three inch hat pins with the pearl heads. I took out one and handed it to her. She took it and threw it away. I gave her another.

       'You hold on to it, you hear and I want you to stick it in your nipple.'

       She gave me a knowing look.

       'Oh, so that's your big thing, you give me something to do to myself, you know'll hurt, and you know I'll resist. I'll object. How unoriginal and simple. That's the best you could come up with? And you're right, I won't do it, so I guess you win.'

       'First of all, no's not an option, so you will. And second...'

       'No. No I won't and I told you, you win. Yes, OK, I'm predictable just like the rest.'

       'Well you certainly don't listen well, as I just said, you can't refuse.'

       'But I am, and I'm strong so you're wrong.'

       'No, you're wrong and here's the scoop why. Lots of women have their nipples pierced, so it's no big deal. It can't hurt that much, so all you'll do is join them, however, if you insist you don't want to, I'm going to take one of these needles, one of these hat pins and put it in you myself.'

       'You'll pierce it if I don't, then? What does that prove?'

       'Not quite. I'll stick it in your eye, right through your cornea to the back of your eye ball and that eye'll be fucked.'

       Now she was worried.

       'No, you wouldn't.'

       'Oh yes I would, and if that doesn't work, the next one goes into your ear drum and if I nick your brain it might kill you, like you'd bleed into your skull.'

       'No. No, stop it. You're insane.'

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       'You have no fucking idea. And then I'll come back to your other eye ball and you'll be totally blind. Do you want that? No, of course you don't because then I can chase you around firing my BB gun or a twenty-two at you and you'll never see it, ha, coming. Or I can jump on your back and ride you like a horse while I grab your tits and then stick it up your ass, even the twenty-two before I blow the shit out of you. Or into your cunt to put a hole into your bladder. Sound like fun to you?'

       'Oh my God. You're madder than any mad man. Madder than a hatter. Oh, oh my God.'

       'So what'll it be then?'

       I gave her another hat pin and she didn't throw it away.

       She went to push into her self right through her blouse and bra.

       'No. No, get your tit out, I want to see it go in.'

       She was disgusted but complied and fished her jug out.

       Her nipple had a slight indentation in the very center. She placed the point into it and pushed hard until the three inch pin was inside her by two inches. She let out a little sharp yelp but didn't even come close to crying, and when done looked at me and said, 'OK, you win. You made me do it, so you win.'

       'Not quite, you still have an inch to go.'

       She looked more disgusted and then quickly shoved it all the way in and her nipple looked like it had on a pearl stud earring.

       I gave her the piece of paper.

       'Read what I wrote.'

       She unfolded it and haltingly recited my words, - I predict that when she pierces her own nipple with a hat pin, she'll push it in down through the center and not go through from side to side.

       Now she knew she'd been scooped.

       'But, but that would have hurt more. It would have, I know... I don't know what to say.'

       'It doesn't really matter now, now that you've failed the test.'

       'So you think you're smart, smarter than me then?' She said.

       'Let's put it this way, it's as if I could read your mind, like I knew how it'd work, so yeah, I know what you'll do but you don't know what I'll do. So you see how fucking fucked you are? That's your biggest problem, you have no idea what I'm capable of or what I might find pleasurable inflicting on you, like misusing your precious body. So yeah, you really are so, so fucking fucked.'

       Now she went quiet and sort of sulked as she pondered how easily I'd outsmarted her and, of course, the deeper implications of my words. Now her heart was scared as well as her brain. And it all looked so good on her, like a sexy wet tea shirt, with her nipples way out and sexy white short shorts with her labia way out.

       Geeze, was I fortunate.

       God was a man.

       He was my buddy.

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       'So like I was saying before our little experiment, like I told you before, you're a ten. It might be said you're a choice prime cunt with grade A perfect tits and now one with a new and improved nipple. Do you see yourself that way?'

       'I know I'm good looking. I know I have a reasonable figure, maybe even good too. I work at keeping my weight ideal.'

       'What, I figure about One twenty?'

       'One fifteen.' She replied. 'And you would condemn me for that?'

       'Like condemn you to death?' I mocked her.

       'Stop it. No. Answer me. Like I was asking you before, have you killed before?'

       I really wanted to set her up and to set the stage so I had to chose my response carefully.

       'Look, let me say this. I can't say it hasn't happened, but...'

       She cut me right off, 'Oh God. Oh God. No. You've killed? Killed another human being before? You're a murderer?'

       'First off, let me correct you, not another human being, a fucking cunt, fucking cunts. I only kill cunts. But let me finish. Let me explain and this applies to you too.'

       'God. God. No. Plural. More than once? How many? I didn't really believe.. I was only.. God. God help me.'

       'Stop wailing and listen. I've only done it when I was asked to. And that's a deal I'll make with you too.'

       'What?'

       'You stay alive until you want to be dead, you beg me to be dead.'

       'But I'll never. I'll never ask or say it.'

       'Fine then, you have nothing to worry about that then, do you?'

       'You won't just kill me?'

       'You have my word.'

       She seemed satisfied and less anxious and maybe, for the first time in awhile, slightly hopeful. She figured she could endure anything and if I wasn't going to murder her, I'd eventually have to let her go or I'd make a mistake and she could escape. (Ha and double ha ha. Stupid deluded already dead cunt with a self-inflicted hurt nipple.)

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       All this intellectual talk and bartering was wearing me out and I felt like catching a nap. And I figured it wouldn't hurt if she rested some too. So, I again figured, we might as well nap together on the bed.

       'I'm tired of this. You still haven't told me your next choice. It's all making me tired and fed up. I need a nap and it wouldn't hurt you to rest either, after what you've just heard.'

       'I have to go to the bathroom again.' She said.

       'You've just gone. Not long ago. You can wait.'

       'No I can't. I'm nervous. You've frightened me and I can't hold it again.'

       'OK. OK, no problem. Give me a few minutes.'

       'I really have to go now.'

       'Again, just all of a sudden?'

       'I didn't finish last time. I couldn't. I was scared you'd come in on me. So please, just let me go now.'

       'In a few minutes.'

       'But. But..'

       'Fucking listen. You wait or I'll have you piss in a glass again and you can drink it again. You want that? Again?'

       She shut up but seemed to pinch, like squeeze her crotch legs together. It was fun watching a beautiful woman trying to hold it. Not many are very good at it.

       I took my sweet time and then started to ready her again. I had something else in mind so went to extra measures than before. I didn't trust her now, even more. I sensed since she'd heard about the murdering I'd done, she was going to make a desperate attempt to get away and didn't intend to wait, so I tied each of her ankles off and left about two feet of slack for her to walk.

       'What? What are you doing? You didn't do this before.'

       'I think you're up to something. Having to go again so soon. I don't trust you. I think you're going to make a break for it. Try to slug me unless I tie your hands behind your back.'

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       'No I wouldn't. I told you why. I won't, I promise. But please hurry. I really have to go now worse.'

       'OK, then. OK. Not behind your back then.'

       She seemed satisfied that she still might be able to try something.

       I left about three feet of line between tying her wrists off in front of her and just looked at her. I'm sure she figured this still afforded her some opportunity to fight back, so I went an extra step.

       I looped a tighter nylon cord around her neck. It was attached to the end of a four foot, one inch diameter copper pipe tied through a hole I'd drilled at the end. It was then fed through the pipe to come out the other end where I'd attached a strong handle. With the loop around her neck, I could pull on the handle, at any time, to choke her and it kept her four feet away from me. I'd made knots every two inches at the handle end of the line and it fit into a slot I'd cut at the same end of the pipe, effectively locking the device to her neck even if I wasn't holding on to it. I was well pleased with my ingenuity and had used the device to good measure many times before. I showed her how it worked, especially how her throat felt when I pulled on the handle hard and then I let off with the strangling her. We started down the stairs to the bathroom. She wasn't about to give up her idea to struggle easily. I had certainly read her right.

       When we got half way down, she made her try. She dropped down and jerked forward and then sort of slid down a bit, on her front first, and then twisted around onto her back, but head first, and was kicking at me wildly, behind her. She'd actually wrenched the handle from my grip so was effectively somewhat loose. As I went for her to regain control, she kicked all the more wildly and was screaming at the top of her lungs, believing there might be others in the house, like I'd said earlier. As it was, even outside, no one could hear. Not within two miles could anyone hear but she didn't know that and screamed all the more frantically in her mis-belief.

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       'Help. Help. Help me. Call the police. Help. Help. A maniac's holding me prisoner. A rapist. A maniac. Help. Please help me.'

       Then she screeched at me as I tried to re-catch her. 'Get away from me, you bastard. You bastard. I swear I'll kill you. Stay the fuck away from me.'

       Being on the stairs at such an awkward angle, it was really hard to get the better of her. She'd managed to kick me twice in the shin and it hurt. She was fighting for her life and I was fighting back for my cock's pleasure so our motivations were somewhat mismatched. I was certainly more in control than she was but she was becoming a force to be reckoned with. The adrenalin was making her super strong, like Wonder Woman.

       Now I could see what she was trying to do. She was trying to kick me off balance so I'd fall and hopefully then she could get her hands around my neck to choke me, especially if she had me from behind. Of course, she wanted to hoof my balls too, to get me doubled over. That went without saying. She wanted to incapacitate me or at least slow me down by a good nut shot. Yes siree, she had her ideas about my crotch and what it deserved.

       While I was still enjoying myself, I was quite cognizant how quickly the tables could turn. I always loved that Farrah Fawcett movie, 'Extremities' (1986), where she gets the better of James Russo, by getting him all trussed up in her fireplace. He plays the guy who tried to rape her, but failed, and then comes back to finish the effort.

       (In fact, I've written six chapters of a story where the tables are turned on him but he gets to turn them back and to exact his revenge on Fawcett and her roommates. I believe it to be a pretty good yarn in the making, since the other women are Jacklyn Smith and Cheryl Ladd and eventually Shelly Hack. (Now there's a tight little cunt with tiny tits, if ever there was one.))

       Visit the following for pix of all four of my fantasy victims, and boy do they ever get raped and buggered and a whole lot more. I mean there's four cunts and eight tits, so go figure.

       http://www.sonypictures.com/tv/shows/sgn/ca/gallery26.html

       http://www.sonypictures.com/tv/shows/sgn/ca/gallery36.html

       http://www.sonypictures.com/tv/shows/sgn/ca/gallery37.html

       Back to my story.

       So, for the moment, my sweetheart was more motivated than me and I knew that was a pregnant, dangerous situation. I decided to put an end to it. But to further complicate it all, she had somehow managed to dislodge the handle end of her neck loop and was trying to get the device all the way off.

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       'You fucking take that off and you're dead. I swear it. You're fucking dead. I won't wait for you to ask.' I yelled it at her.

       She didn't listen at all and by now had freed herself and started to use it to swing at me, like a skinny bat. I stepped backward up a couple of stairs to get away and of course, this afforded her more freedom to try to gain control, to seize the upper hand. I had to make a decision since it was all unfolding so fast and seemed like it might spiral out of (my) control. I decided to take my chances and take my lumps if need be. She had just tumbled to the landing at the bottom of the stairs where they made a right turn into a hallway, so she was somewhat contained by the two walls forming the corner.

       I did a bat man.

       I fucking launched myself into the air, down the stairs and crash landed right on top of her. She was squealing and screaming and trying to claw at my face. I managed to get her head in my two hands and bashed the back of her skull to the landing floor. It didn't even faze her, I suppose in part because the stairs were carpeted. She kept trying to claw at my eyes, trying to force her thumbs into them and she was pretty well squishing my jelly. I jerked my head way back to avoid her reach and she punched me in the gut and then aimed another shot to my groin. Fuck she was fast and strong. I was winded and coughed. She sensed she was winning and figured, at that moment, she was stronger than me, which I'd have to agree. At that moment, her motivation outranked mine. She was fit and had worked out, even into the kick boxing, more than her slight build would suggest. And the thing was, she loved it most when her practice opponent was a man and she creamed him. I suppose it went back to her being buggered by one when she was so young and trusting.

       I needed a break, a bit of good luck and then I found it. I'd pulled back again. Her feet were still tied and as she kicked up towards me, I managed to snag the line. I yanked with all my might and basically up ended her. Her feet were high in the air and her shoulders to the landing floor. Using both hands, I started to drag her back up the stairs on her back. She clawed at the banister spindles but didn't manage to hold on. It sure stretched her long though and I knew that was something I'd have to do to her, but tied to the bed or the floor, maybe pull her arms right out of their sockets.

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       When I got her to the top stair, I pulled with all my might upward and literally threw her back down the stairs. She rolled and tumbled and, of course, screamed. And I followed her back down and dove on top of her again. When she reached the bottom, I punched her head hard to the temple and she yelped short and was knocked unconscious. Fuck and holy fuck it had been close.

       She was crumpled and folded in a heap and her ass was up so I kneed her good twice to the glute and then punched her three more hard shots to her upper leg muscle. I really smashed her, smashed my fist like a hammer. See how she liked to walk with those bruises.

       I dragged her down, by one leg into the hallway and kicked her hard several more times, mostly to her slender legs at the calf, but one in the ribs just above her gut. I heard the sweet sound of the crack. I wanted to sex kick her but just barely resisted. She was still unconscious so I had no difficulty tying her up much more securely, mainly both of her hands behind her back and I tied her ankles closer together and her legs off just above the knees. I'd retrieved the nylon cord and scissors without incident as she was still out cold. Now I could relax and assess how much real damage she'd done to me, if any, and how much I'd done to her, which I was sure she was injured. I'd smacked her pretty good and really enjoyed doing it. And I suppose a cracked rib counted for something. There's nothing quite like beating on a defenceless, sprawled beautiful woman.

       I got to the hall mirror, and just as I suspected, she'd scratched my face pretty good, mainly down the left side cheek which could pose a bit of a problem when I had to go out in public. My arms and shoulders would be bruised as would my side at the ribs.

       Basically it looked as if I'd been in a fight and really got the worst of it, which was ironic since I was still standing and she was lying on the floor all trussed up and just starting to come to, so things are not always as they appear, which I suppose is a basic life tenant, like a cliche.

       She moaned like something was broken or cracked which I knew it was, like her bid for freedom also. I took hold of her hair and dragged her to the bathroom. As unbelievable as it might seem, there was no sign she'd shit or even pissed herself, so I supposed I was right that she really didn't have to go and only wanted a chance to try to beat me.  I hiked her up under her armpits and dumped her into the bathtub which was a perfect place to contain her until I got my supremacy re-established. She had to know I was back in control, even if I had to beat it into her while she was conscious and knew the blows were coming and where I'd aim them. Like I could tell her before I did it, I was going to pussy punch her.

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       I'd already had her remove her skirt and blouse again, so she'd been in her bra and panties through out her escapade and they'd survived the violence pretty good.  She looked so perfect all crumpled and jammed into the tub in just her underwear.

       She finally came full to and started to wail.

       'Oh God. I'm hurt. God you hurt me. My side. Oh, my side and my legs. What did you do to me?'

       'I used you for a football but I should have gotten a bat and beat the living crap out of you. Did you really think you were going to get away? To get away with that? And from me?'

       'I had to try. Once I knew you'd killed, I had to try. I don't know if you're going to let me go, or if you plan to kill me too, so I had to try. You can understand that, can't you?'

       'What I understand is I was taking you for a piss and you promised not to act up and look what you tried. What I understand is I can't trust you as far as I can throw you and I just threw you down the fucking stairs. Boy did you bounce and roll, like tumble head over heels. Head over heals in love with me? Yeah, I bet. And I know you have to be punished, really fucking severely made to pay. I should fucking kill you right now but that's be too easy, too fucking fast and too soon and too easy.'

       'Oh God, don't say that. Don't talk like that. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I won't try again. You have my word. I promise I won't do it again.'

       She paused and then almost as an afterthought added, 'How can I make it up to you? There must be some way I can.'

       There it was. She was about to offer me her sex, her cunt on a platter. Let me do as I wanted with her, she thought, so long as it was just intercourse. Again it was so predictable and ironic, at some point they all thought they could buy their lives with their cunts, when it was their cunts that were costing them their lives. How fucking perfect and delicious. How utterly fair life could be to me.

       'Make it up to me. Like how?'

       'I don't know. I don't, but just don't say you're going to kill me and I'll think of something. I promise.'

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       'I'm sure you will but it better not include fucking you in the cunt.'

       'Uh? What?'

       'You heard me, but for now you were supposed to be taking a piss.'

       'Yes. Yes that. I really have to go now, for sure, worse.'

       'Good, then you can start to make it up to me while you do that.

       'Uh? What?'

       'What, you hard of hearing all of a sudden?'

       'No. What are you talking about.'

       'I'll give you a chance to do what you said.'

       'But I don't understand.'

       'You will, you'll see.'

       'Please just, I just have to go.'

       'Yup. So lets get to it, I'll be helping you.'

       'Please no. I don't need any help. Not yours. Not anyone's. Just let me do it. Like respect my privacy. Please. Let me do it alone.'

       'I said I'll be helping you and you said you'd make it up to me, so were you lying - again?'

       'No. No. I'm not. No.. But...'

       'Fine, so do as you're told then.'

       She was sort of sitting up in the tub with her legs tucked under her. I reached in and hooked my hands under her armpits, but a little to the front to involve her tits. She knew but didn't say anything or even try to squirm away. I could feel their sides crushed under my hands and her nipples were pulled so that they pointed outwards to her sides and they were hard. I hiked her up and got her over the side of the tub and it was almost as if we were dancing, like slow and close together. I pushed my arms full around her and hugged her close to me, grinding her chest against my bare one. I stroked her head to the side with one hand then and pushed her face back to give her a nice kiss. She just sort of hung there like a rag doll and I hiked her up a bit further against my body to improve the position and the contact I made with her. I could feel her cunt bone against my swelling knob.

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       I pushed her face towards me, from the back of her head, and locked onto her soft lips. She was scared and trembling but she kissed pretty good and didn't even flinch went my hands slid down to grip onto her two ass cheeks. I pulled her crotch towards me harder and ground against her. Now I was harder that a bat and she figured I'd shove it into her. I gave her a cunt bash with my crotch and then let go completely. She was wobbly but managed to stay upright.

       'Uhmm. You're so fucking nice. Can you stand now?'

       'I think so. It hurts, but I think so. I can.'

       I put my arm around her from the side and guided her about four feet until she was in front of the toilet.

       'Are you going to finish it?' She asked.

       'What?'

       'What you were just doing to me. Aren't you going to fuck me?'

       I smacked her cheek and gave her another long soft kiss and then knelt down right in front of her. Her cunt was right at my mouth level. She started to whimper just a little and pulled her crotch ever so slightly away from my face.

       'What, you don't want a helping hand? How about a helping finger?'

       'Please, oh please no. Don't. Let me go by myself. Please I don't want you to do this.'

       'So much for wanting to make it up to me then.'

       'No. No. But yes. But not this. Not this way. It's humiliating and undignified.'

       'What? What? I'm just going to drop your drawers so you can go. What's undignified about that?'

       'You know. You know it is. And it's horrid control. That's why you're doing it, isn't it? Because you know it is?'

       'Fuck you. Fuck you to Hell. Shut up and stand still.'

       I positioned my hands on both her hips and squared her so that she was facing me directly. My tongue was so at her cunt level.

       I gazed squarely into her twat through her transparent panties. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again. Cunt deja-view.

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       'God have mercy, you've got one of the finest vaginas I've ever seen. Fuck. Fuck. You ever heard that before? What do men say when they're fucking you?'

       She didn't answer.

       'What do they say? This is some of the choicest cunt meat there is, and I've seen, I've had a lot. So fucking neat and clean. Fuck you're barely bigger than an adolescent girl. Uh. Uhh. Fuck. Shit and fuck. I can't believe my good fortune. So what do they say when they first see you or penetrate you?'

       'Stop it. Just, just stop it. They don't say anything. They're not that rude or crude or disgusting and if they were I wouldn't let them. I wouldn't stay with them even for one night.'

       'But you're going to stay with me, aren't you? To make it up to me?'

       'I don't have any choice. What choice do I have?'

       'Just so I get it straight, just so it's crystal clear, this is your idea of making it up to me then? This is how you make amends by saying you have no choice? No say in the matter?'

       She seemed to sense it was a pivotal moment.

       'Very well. OK. Yes you're right. I'll try harder. I'll try better now.'

       She stiffened herself and sucked in a deep breath.

       'Good, that's settled then.' I said.

       I hooked my fingers into the top of her panties at the waistband and began to draw them down. She held rigid, ram straight. They were down over her hips about to clear her crotch. I looked up and her tits were jiggling and she was about to cry. Even with her arms tied behind her back she hunched her shoulders forward so her tits hung like special pendants.

       'Knock it off. Stop acting like a baby.'

       I drew them down further to clear her crotch and then got them right down to the top of her knees where she was still tied up. I could smell and see her inner thighs trembling. I could see I didn't have to have her legs tied off above the knees anymore and, in fact, it would be an impediment to my enjoyment.

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       'Hold it a second.' I said. 'I'll be right back. Don't move a muscle. Not a fucking hair.'

       I returned with a sharp knife and cut the nylon cord and slid her bunched up panties right down to her ankles.

       'Fuck that was sweet. Fuck. I think I'll do it again.'

       I pulled them all the way back up and even further so they were pulled tight right into her crease. I kissed her separated slit and got up and kissed her scared mouth.

       Now it was time for the really good stuff and she knew it.

       'So? So what have you got to say now?'

       She played mute and she hated being played with.

       'What no begging. No, please don't's. Oh please don't. Come on, say something. When I pull them down this time, I'm going to, I'm about to explore your cunt.'

       'You bastard. You've already done that. You can already see me. You're being stupid since you already said how beautiful I was.'

       She thought she had a point there, but she didn't.

       'Yeah, but not inside bitch. I want to see your cervix.'

       'You're impossible. It's impossible.'

       'Wanna bet? And you think you're a smart ass, don't you?'

       'What? Why?'

       'You think inspecting your cunt through your panties is the same as having them off? Like you might as well not have them on?'

       'But you already had them down and pulled them back up. Just to prolong it. Just to torment me more. Isn't that right?'

       'You answer my question.' I said.

       'Yes. Yes that's right. I think you could see just as well. Is that what you want to hear?'

       'If that's so, why wear them at all. Why put them on in the first place?'

       'Because it's sanitary and it's just feminine and civilized.'

       'And you never expected a pervert to be staring into your twat?'

       'Stop it. Just get on with it. And stop tormenting me.'

       'I don't torment. I torture.'

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       'You're disgusting.'

       'Yeah, and I love it. I'm in no rush, in case you couldn't tell. In fact I've been meaning to have a really good look at your tits, like inspect them up close.'

       She jerked back to get her chest away.

       'Don't. I have to go. Please.'

       'So fucking hold it while I check out your nipples.'

       She was starting to sense how miserable and unfeeling and vicious I could be and was starting to realize she might have to fight back again. No matter the risk or potential harm to her, she might have to. All of which was just such a plus for me. I much preferred them fighting than acquiescent because then they still had hope. When they stopped fighting, they were just limp fuck holes or good for twenty-two target practice. Like shooting a tit right off with forty bullets, a bit of the flesh at a time. That's how I saw it anyway.

       I stood up to look her right in the eyes and kissed her cheeks and then her mouth softy. I really liked kissing her gently. Her lips were pliant and moist, just like her other ones were too.

       I put my index finger right to her mouth and pressed.

       'Open up.'

       Her lips parted and I pressed onto her perfect pearl white teeth.

       'Open up.' I said again.

       Slowly she did and I ran my finger around inside her mouth. I withdrew it, licked it off and kissed her again.

       'Time's up, sweetheart. It's time.'

       I knelt down in front of her hips again.

       'God damn it. Fuck. I never. I can hardly take them down again and leave them down. You're too fucking beautiful to be naked in front of a pervert, a mutilating maniac.'

       'Oh. Oh no. no.'

       'Shit. I gotta go back to your tits or I'll explode.'

       She didn't have tits. She had pieces of meat sent from Heaven. God was she spectacular. She wasn't large but was exquisitely formed and she just hung there slightly, so ripe for the taking. She actually had enough cleavage that a pencil shoved up under the underside of her tit, under her cleft, would stay in place. The pencil test they use about bra cup size. This was important for hanging a woman, suspending her off the ground just by her breasts because that's where the cord had to bind and cut in to support her full body weight.

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       Now, of all things, the phone rang and it was a call I needed to take. I was setting another cunt up to be done and was enquiring about the schedule for her travelling seminars. It would be at least six months before I went for her so felt quite safe taking the call and as it turned out she was going to be within a three hour's drive from where I was for at least five days.        

       That was just great, how perfect I thought, but the call sure broke my rhythm in the bathroom. But on the plus, I was quite excited at the prospect of my next adventure and was pretty sure this one wouldn't still be alive by then. But then again, the longest I'd kept one alive was eight months before I was growing tired of her and was thinking I needed fresh entertainment. It's just that she was so beautiful, so perfect even without her nipples, I couldn't bring myself to snuff her and she managed to hang herself to escape my clutches. I left her hanging where I found her while I fucked her dead and then butchered what was left of her cunt. They barely bleed when they're dead, since the heart's not pumping, so it wasn't messy at all and I could make precise cuts since I could see better where I was slicing. Still and all, I much prefer cutting them there when they're alive and writhing.

       I wanted to go back to her tits, to really do the examination but wanted to play like it was the very first time again. I loved making them undress and re-dress and then undress again. I retrieved her chiffon blouse and went back in and presented it to her.

       'What's this for?' She asked.

       'I want you to put it on again. I like how your tits looked in it and I want to take it off you again, like from scratch.'

       'You're sick and stupid and childish. You've already had me do that.'

       'No matter. I'm going to undo your wrists and you put it back on.'

       I picked up the knife I'd used to cut her leg tie.

       'If you try anything again, I'll shove this so far up your cunt it'll come out your belly. You understand?'

       She nodded yes and I cut the cord behind her. She quickly put the blouse on.

       'Do the buttons up.' I ordered her.

       She did, more like fumbling, and when she was done I tied her hands off again behind her back.

       'Excellent. Just excellent. Isn't that spectacular? Look how your blouse hangs off your chest. Fucking just great.'

       'But you already saw me, like naked, so what's the big deal?'

       'It's more erotic this way. Plus I get to undress you all over again.'

       'You're a jerk. And I'm sure you jerk off a lot.'

       'Fuck you.' I said as I undid the first top button. My hands were actually trembling anew and I almost couldn't breath. I was so set to explode inside and my crotch was more on fire. I felt like I was seeping a bit of cum. My fingers fumbled too, but of course, succeeded.

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       I tackled the next button which was just above her valley. As I moved the fabric it pulled across her nipples which were becoming even harder. The more the fabric caressed her the more she erected until she was like a pair of small stones.

       'You like that. Don't you?'

       She wouldn't answer.

       'That's why you're so hard. Look at them. Like little pebbles.'

       She wouldn't look down.

       I grabbed onto her hair and forced her face forward so she had to peer down.

       'See them. Hard little buds? Having erections. So? So?'

       'What's.. So? So what?'

       'So if you're not enjoying it, why?'

       'You're not that stupid. You know why.'

       'Thanks for the complement, but I want to hear it from you. Tell me why.'

       'Because the fabric, as you're undoing my blouse it's caressing them and stimulating me, them. That's why and you knew it. You know it.'

       'So they have a mind of their own then, do they?'

       'It's an involuntary response and has nothing to do with being sexual, with being aroused. It's not sexual pleasure.'

       'But it still feels good, doesn't it?'

       'I don't know. I'm too scared to know now.'

       'Of what I might do to you now, or what I might be going to do to you? Maybe even to them?'

       'I'm supposed to be going to the bathroom. What's this all about?'

       'Oh yeah, I got distracted. I forgot.'

       I undid the last button and opened her blouse and pushed it back down her arms to where her wrists were tied off.  While her bra was thicker, it still showed her contours perfectly and, of course, had her two enlarged nipple bumps pretty well in the center of each cup. I could have bit them off through the fabric even.

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       'I guess there's no need to take it off right now. I've already seen what's waiting for me. I just like when it's hidden, like protected. And I bet you like it better that way too, don't you? When you're covered up? But sometimes, maybe, you like to show it off too?'

       'Just let me go, please.'

       'You always dress like that. I'm sure you have other brassieres. Some that don't leave anything to the imagination, like see through.'

       'No. No. Yes, I suppose I do.'

       'When do you wear them? When you're feeling sexier? When you want to be fucked?'

       'No. I don't know. Just when I do, I do.'

       'Too bad you didn't have one on now, and I wouldn't have to cut this one off you.'

       'God stop it. Please. I don't know. I don't wish anything except you'd get on with it and let me pee.'

       'Very, very well. It's about time.' I said.

       She looked relieved as she was about to relieve herself and went to sit on the throne.

       'Hold it. Not quite yet. One last little detail.'

       'Oh God. What's wrong with you. Is there no end to it with you.'

       I knelt down in front of her hips again, like an alter boy. I loved praying to her cunt. Entreating it to deliver my wants.

       'God damn it. Fuck. I never. Fuck. I can hardly take them down again. You're too fucking beautiful to be naked in front of a mutilating pervert. Oh shit, I said that before, didn't I.'

       That was the second time she'd heard that delightful word come out of my lips directed at her lips.

       'Mutilating? Mutilating. Oh God no. What? What'd you say it for? Oh God, what's wrong with you? You wouldn't. Why? Oh why?'

       I picked up the knife which had a four inch blade. I drew the point up her leg from her knee leaving just a slight scratch. Now her breath came in gasps, and she was almost panting and passing out from the fear and anticipation. I put the knife tip down to her other knee and started up her other leg but more to the inside fleshy part of her thigh. I stopped one inch below her cunt, just a breath away from her silky bush. I wanted to shave her at some point, but for now she was just fine for me. I figured I could get her to do some of it herself (shaving, that is) and then I'd lend my helping fingers. And hopefully she'd live long enough for it to grow back so I could do it over, and possibly over again.

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       I stood up with the knife and surprised even myself.

       I cut her bra open.

       I pushed the knife into one cup and made a three inch slit. Then I made another one about the same length an inch away, parallel to the first. Then I slit the newly formed strip near the top and the fabric dropped down and lo and behold the opening framed her perfect nipple perfectly. She was still hard.

       I put the knife under her chin and kissed her. I drew down her throat to the top of her valley. I put my other hand to the side of her face.

       'You ready?'

       'No. Ready for what?'

       'I want to stick you nipple.'

       'Oh God no. No. Don't hurt me. No, don't cut me. Please, oh please don't. You don't have to.'

       'For Christ's sake, calm down. I didn't say I wanted to cut it off. I said I want to stick it. There's a big fucking difference. You know.'

       'But it'll hurt, just like...It'll hurt, so please don't. You don't have to, I told you.'

       'Yeah but I want to and I want you to tell me to.'

       'No, you're crazy. Why would I do that?'

       'Because if you don't, I'll go both ways, both sides. First one and then the other.'

       That, of course, was the downside of a woman having two tits when she was being tortured. If she didn't agree to have something vicious done to one of them, the threat (the treat for me) would always be to do it to two of them. God, God made them perfect.

       'You bastard. You evil demented bastard. OK. OK. Then yes do it if you have to, to satisfy your depraved needs.'

       'Good for you. Splendid. Just splendid.'

       I pressed the knife tip through the hole I'd cut, to the bottom most part and pressed harder into the softer under flesh and drew upwards aimed for my target. It made a scratch but didn't cut. I  drew to the edge of her areola and held the tip firmly planted pushing against her under rib bone. Now there was a slight red trickle.

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       'You really don't want me to do this, do you?'

       'No, of course not. You know full well I don't, so please don't.'

       'Would you rather I cut your cunt instead?'

       'Oh God. For the holy love of God. How can it always be worse with you?'

       'I don't know. I guess I work at it. Lots of practice. So now you have a new choice to make, as I see it.'

       'No I don't. No you're? What?'

       'You ask me to either stick your nipple, twice, or I cut your cunt. You ask me now.'

       I was moving my other hand up to cup her breast because I knew what she was going to say. I took the softest hold of her mound and pinched lightly between my fingers and thumb.

       'You'd think I knew what you're going to chose, wouldn't you?'

       She wanted to defy me. With every ounce of her being she wanted to surprise me, to regain some say and control but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. To select her cunt instead.

       'You bastard. Yes. OK. Stick my breast twice.'

       'Not your tit, your nipple. And I told you to call them tits, not breasts. Breasts are for babies, for nurturing. Tits are for torturing and cutting off. There's a difference, you know.'

       ' Oh God, you're so sick, but OK. OK. Stick my nipple twice.'

       I pinched harder forcing her nipple forward and drew the knife point across the crinkles of her areola right to the base of her bud. I pressed up into it at the side and she winced and clamped her eyes shut.

       'Uh, uh, look down. I want you to watch. I want you to see the point go in.'

       Slowly she viewed her tit's predicament.

       I drew the tip from her nipple base right to the center. She was naturally slightly indented (but not inverted). I pressed hard into the tiny center hole but didn't pierce yet, didn't break any skin. She was super hard like a small grape. I was slowly squeezing and releasing her with my free hand and each time pinched a little harder. That was hurting her too and her winces matched my pinches.

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       It must have been three or four minutes but it seemed like an eternity of pleasure and I finally said, 'Now. Tell me now'.

       She knew she wasn't going to avoid it so didn't hesitate.

       'OK. Now. Do it now.'

       'Keep looking down.' I said fast as I squeezed her out really hard and shoved the tip in about a quarter inch, right down the center. She spurted and howled. I left the knife tip in her for a few seconds and then gave it a quarter turn and pulled it out.

       She howled even better.

       'My God. Why'd you do that? Why did you have to twist it in me?'

       'To be plenty sure you felt it, but more importantly, because I could. And I love it.'

       'You're more evil than the Devil. You are the Devil and I hate you. You're so fucking evil.'

       'Hey, look on the bright side. At least you didn't get it in your clitoris or cervix. At  least I didn't slice your labia' I paused for effect, 'off.'

       She blanched and the fear showed clearly in her face. The thing was, now she thought I could do it too, the eviler things to her most private parts. The seat and the heart of her femininity. While her tits made her female, her cunt made her a woman and now she had little doubt I was attacking the woman, that's what I wanted to eradicate.

       'OK. So, I still have another cut to make.'

       She was bleeding just a little and I took her into my mouth and suckled all the blood off. I bit a bit too and she squealed.

       I squeezed her hard again and directed the knife tip to her nipple at the base. This time I pushed in and sawed. I cut half way through the diameter of her bud. I so easily could have kept on going and sliced it right off, but I stopped myself. Now she bled quite a bit more and all the nerve connections were severed on one side.

       She swooned, sort of swayed and passed out.

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       I pushed her back against the toilet tank and even though somewhat slumped, she sat pretty much upright, but laid back a bit. Her wounded tit hung forward, dripping and bleeding. I could see she wasn't going to stop any time soon, and rather than cauterize her wound with my soldering iron, like I had so many times before on other victims, I went for a different approach.

       I got a tube of  surgical sealant, for wound closures (off the internet) that was like Crazy Glue, like super glue, the kind that sticks instantly upon contact, designed especially for human skin. I used paper towel to dry the flow and in an instant shot a good squirt of the glue into her slice. It did the trick. It'd glued her nipple back into place, but it was slightly mis-aligned so it looked a little off but spectacular. From another angle, it didn't even look like it'd been cut. The bleeding stopped too. Now, I was quite pleased with my skills as a surgeon.

       She came too in about five minutes and cried for real. I comforted her and stroked her face and kissed her tears away. I licked them too and loved the salty taste and the smell of her trauma.

       'Your nipple will be OK. I glued it back into place. I glued the slice closed. I didn't get it quite right, but it'll have to do unless you want me to slice it again.'

       'I hate you. I hate you. How could you? Please, just leave me alone. It hurts so much. Oh, please.'

       'Look saliva has a natural anesthetic. Would it be Ok if I suckle you? It could help ease the pain.'

       'No. No. God. No.'

       'I think you need it. I think I need to.'

       'Stop it. For shit sake, stop it.'

       'I suckle, or I cut the other one, clean off.'

       She was extra angry and took hold of her wounded breast and held it out towards me.

       'Nothing like an invitation. That's better.'

       I mouthed her, and tongued all around her, and could feel the slight irregularity of her bud now. Besides my sloppy repair job, it must have still bled a little inside after I glued her and it bulged out a bit to the side. The thing was, she was only half erect. I'd sliced through the little muscles that provide a woman with a nipple erection, so they couldn't so their job any more. Now that was weird. A half erect nipple, but even more it was spectacular erotic.

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       I took my time with my mouth latched on to her and then popped off.

       It really was time for her to piss and I was starting to wonder how much she really had to go since when I'd sliced her nipple, either time, it didn't jolt her to leak. God, I would have thought she'd have crapped especially for the last part, or when I gave her the quarter turn. Maybe she needed a half turn. Maybe that would have done it, loosened her bladder. The blood that flowed out of her nipple had formed a sweet little rivulet down the lower part of her tit and stained her bra and even a bit had gotten down her belly almost to her button. What a spectacular, stimulating sight.

       'I guess I should lick this off too. I suppose it would have gotten all the way down to your cunt, if I'd left it a bit longer. Do you want me to? Like a vampire?'

       'I don't care. Do what you want to. I don't care anymore.'

       'But you should, you never know what it could lead to.'

       She didn't really get my meaning, but I knew I wasn't done with her nipple yet.

       She wasn't screaming enough.

       I started at the bottom and her blood, even though dried, tasted just the same. I knew the flavor well since I'd just tasted her wet and also I'd tasted lots of it before her, plenty right out of a bleeding cunt. I worked my tongue up to the bottom of her bra and cleaned her off. I pulled her bra up over her tit and worked my mouth to the slice line until I had her mound and then her nipple full in my mouth. Fuck, I wanted to bite it off or at least really bite into it. I moved my tongue all over it and closed my teeth down on each side. I let off my bite and moved a little bit closer to the end and bit in again, but a little harder. I moved my jaw back and forth slightly and made it go like my teeth were chattering and then sawing, all the while biting harder into her.

       I talked with my mouth full of her tit.

       'Should I? Should I bite off the tip?'

       'Oh God no, don't. Please, please don't.'

       She felt my other hand slide between her legs into the fabric of her panties' crotch.

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       She recoiled, but not a lot since I was biting a bit harder now, controlling her that much more and she was afraid I'd saw right through her bud.

       I brushed back and forth on her labia, through the fabric. I pinched one side ever so lightly and pressed the fabric slightly into her slit.

       She wanted to do something to deter me, but had no idea what. She knew a few more strokes and she'd get moist. She wanted to stay dry, and, of course, I knew why.

       Lubricated equals an invitation, or so she thought I'd take it.

       As if any of that mattered. Her cunt was finished anyway.

       Keeping the bite on her nipple, I fiddled on the outside of her panties for a couple of minutes and then slid my finger in under  the fabric through a leg hole. I just let my fingers rest at her split, right at the opening. I started to rub her lightly, like with a feather, but she felt it right to her core. She was about to be finger fucked but ever so gently. I slid up just a touch to find her clit. She was trembling full tilt by now and her crotch resisted.

       'You like that? Fuck, I like that. Even better than when I stuck my dick in you so we could eat together. You like this better?'

       'For God's sake, if you're going to...'

       'Do you like that?' I repeated.

       'No. No. Never. You're assaulting me again, so how could I? You're attacking me.'

       'But I'm not hurting you, am I? Not when I do it so gently. And you're getting harder, I can feel you getting bigger. All the blood rushing into your clit. Right? So you must like it. Right?'

       'You know I can't control it.'

       'Just like your nipples, then?'

       'Yes, you know it. The responses aren't sexual, they're involuntary. The body, any body reacts to certain stimuli, so don't...And don't take it to mean I like it. Make it out to be something it isn't, when you know full well...'

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       I slid my finger off her clit and pulled her panties all the way down to her ankles still holding her tit bud between my teeth. I gave a slightly harder bite and grind, but didn't crush into her flesh any more and then let go.

       I drifted downwards, and now my face was right in front of her slit.

       'I can't say this enough. I have never, in all my fucking years, seen a cunt I like better than yours. Your tits are fantastic but your cunt's out of this world.'

       She didn't respond and didn't appreciate my compliments about her twat.

       'You could at least thank me for all the compliments. You could do that, couldn't you? You never thank me for being so consistent with my praise.'

       'No. I won't. You're just being dirty and lascivious and I won't.'

       'I'll tell you what, you thank me or I'll cut it. I'll fucking cut it open and apart. You want a bunch of cunt pieces, laying on the floor, instead of what you've got?'

       'OK. Don't. OK. Thank you for complimenting how my vagina looks.'

       'And feels baby, don't forget how it feels. How it felt when my cock was in you and now too.'

       With that I slid my thumb right up into her. I pushed hard until I could feel the do-nut of her cervix. She wasn't very deep since her hips were so slight. She gasped in protest. I reached around with my other hand and grabbed her ass from behind, her behind from behind, and pushed up in harder. My thumb was fully buried in her to the hilt. I drew down and could feel her sponge. I pushed hard in again and squeezed the whole thing too. Then I clamped my hand closed like a claw, like a closed fist vise and stood up to look her in the eyes, pulling up on her crotch at the same time, to lift her up. She raised up onto her toes to try to decrease the invasive pressure, but not to much avail. I put my other hand full onto her injured breast and squeezed away. A tiny bit of blood escaped the glued slice seam.

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       'Who's in control now?' I asked.

       'You, you bastard. You are, of course. And that's what this is all about, isn't it? You don't have any control in your regular life so you compensate for it by doing things like this. You're pathetic and a loser and I know your type.'

       The one thing she didn't want to do, and she'd done it before, was call me a 'loser'.

       That always led to them losing some body parts, so they became the losers.

       'And I know your type. You're perfect for this.' I said, as I let go of her tit and let off the clamped grip on her cunt and slid my thumb about half way out of her canal and held it there.

       'So take your piss. Sit down on the toilet and relieve yourself.'

       'Thank you. Oh thanks.'

       She waited.

       'Take your leak.' I repeated.

       'Take your thumb out of me.'

       'No fucking way, you piss with it in you.'

       'What?'

       'You heard me.'

       'No, but no. I can't. You take your hand out so I can.'

       'My hand. Yeah, I should shove my whole hand inside you, and grab your cervix, but my thumb stays.'

       'This is nuts. Totally nuts. You're nuts, a sicko nut bar. I can't do that. I won't do it. It's far too degrading.'

       'Why can't you?'

       'I just can't and I won't. It's not done. Nobody does.'

       'Well you'll be the first then won't you?'

       'Like bloody Hell. Over my dead body.'

       'You think I can't arrange that.' I looked her square in the eye, in her outraged face.

       'I'll do it. I'll fucking kill you slowly if that's what it takes. Like it'll take you hours to die, in fucking agony, fucking screaming mutilated agony.'

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       She pretty well knew then, she was done for. She was a goner. No matter what she did it wouldn't be enough and she'd end up in an unmarked grave. And as much as this realization flashed through her consciousness, now she still had to try to appease me, so she slowly sat down with my thumb jammed up her. I knelt down at her knees, on my knees and ran my hand up to her other breast which was hanging forward which made it fuller. I pinched onto her uninjured nipple.

       'Now, here's the deal,' I said looking into her confused face. 'you piss when I say to start and you stop when I say to stop. Then you do it again, upon my commands.'

       'What? Why?'

       'You heard me.'

       'But, but once I start, if I can start with your thumb in me, I won't be able to stop.'

       'But you have to stop. Won't you?'

       'But I won't be able to.'

       'You can do anything you want. If you want to badly enough, like to keep your nipples. Then you could, couldn't you?'

       'No. But? Why?'

       'You do exactly as I say or I slice them both off, or I could bite them off, like chew them and then bite right through. That sound like fun to you?'

       She looked at me petrified and I knew this was going to be really interesting and stimulating. I settled down onto her, sort of laying across her lap with my upper body. I twisted my thumb in her so it felt just right. I could push her clit up against her pelvic bone and feel it squish out, like I was splitting it.

       'What I'll do, I'll do you a favor. I'll let you start when you're ready but then you stop and start when I say. Fair enough?'

       'You're inhuman and a fucking degenerate. You're not a human being. No human could have done this before, so don't do me any favors.'

       'OK. But I'll do you another favor. I won't blind you for now.'

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       'You wouldn't. No. No you wouldn't.'

       I didn't reply about her eyes.

       'Think about it. You don't start for the second time, when I say, then your nipples come off. So I think you want the favor. You should accept it in the spirit it's given.'

       She didn't say anymore and I could feel the muscles in her pelvis contracting. Both her cunt muscles and her bladder ones seemed involved. I pressed hard and could feel her urethra getting hotter and then a small squirt ran along my hand where it was up tight against her split. It ran down my wrist and dropped into the toilet with a small plinking sound. She was having trouble getting started and was trying to force herself to pee and it created the most fantastic, erotic muscle movements all about my thumb. I wanted her to do that, soon, with her cunt wrapped around my cock.

       'Do you want me to pull my thumb out a bit? You think that'd help?'

       'I don't know. Maybe. Yes, or pull it out all the way. Please, then I can go for sure. But I don't like you watching either.'

       'I'll tell you what. Tough titty. The thumb stays in but I'll pull it back a bit. Then again, I could take it out, if you really want.'

       'Yes. Yes I said.'

       'But then it gets replaced by a lit firecracker.'

       'No, never, you wouldn't.'

       'Oh yes I would, and I have.'

       'No. No, not ever. You didn't.'

       'Oh yeah, I blew a woman's cunt to kingdom come and then some.'

       She looked truly horrified, like how could anyone dare to do it? But then I wasn't just anyone and I strived to be the best at my craft and my calling.

       'So does the thumb stay?'

       She nodded 'yes' as she bit her lower lip hard.

       I pulled back a bit and as soon as I did, she started a stream which I let her do for about five seconds.

       'Stop, Stop now. Peeing.'

       Well she clamped shut like a steel trap shutting, snapping closed. She still dribbled but the stream was cut off.

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       'Fantastic. Fantastic cunt bitch. You're fucking fantastic.'

       I supposed she got the message I approved of her determination.

       I waited ten seconds before saying, 'Start'.

       And she did. She let off the muscle clamping and out came the stream again, right on cue and just as hard as before. That was promising, I thought. I'd get to do a few goes.

       Again after five seconds I said, 'Stop', while I looked into her eyes.

       She looked totally humiliated as she clamped it all shut again to stem the flow.

       'Oh shit. You're so fantastic. I love it. I just love it. I fucking love it. You know, there's not a time you're going to piss now that we're not going to do this. Fuck I just love it and I fucking love you. Let me feel those cunt muscles squeeze down. Squeeze, fucking squeeze harder. Come on cunt bitch, squeeze, fucking squeeze.'

       She gave it a super extra effort.

       'Now start again.'

       My hand was soaked with her urine but most of it ended up in the bowl and only a bit ran down her leg and after about five minutes of starts and stops, she was emptied.

       'Well all done?' I asked.

       She nodded.

       'Well that wasn't so bad? Was it?'

       'Maybe not for you.'

       'You're right there, for me it was great.'

       'Please take your thumb out of me now.'

       'Not quite so fast.'

       'What? What now?'

       'I want you to piss some more.'

       'No I can't. I'm empty. I've done it all.'

       'Sure you can. Just a little bit more, like a dribble.'

       She pushed and she grunted and all that happened was she had a shit, which was OK since it all went into the toilet bowl, but it sure stank.

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       'God damn, do you stink. I guess that's what it smells like when you're scared shitless.' I joked.

       'Please, let me wipe myself.'

       'I'm still waiting for you to piss some more.'

       'I can't. You see what happened when I tried. I just can't. You see?'

       'What I see are your nipples chopped off lying in a dish if you don't.'

       'No. No, please. Stop.'

       'Here, I'll help you decide then.' I shot up to her sliced nipple, latched on to it with my teeth and bit into her. She yelped and squirted some more piss.

       'There, just as I said. When the motivation's strong enough, when there's enough pain, you can do anything.'

       Now her bud was bleeding worse than the first time and the rivulet was fast down to her lap and then dripping onto the floor. I hadn't taken a chunk out, but might as well have, since her nipple was hanging like a flap. It would never heal unless I sewed it or I could just bite through the remaining part to finish the amputation. She was howling wildly and rocking back and forth on the toilet. Finally I extracted my thumb from her cunt. She looked so hurt and beaten and helpless. I wanted to cuddle and comfort her but she was just wailing and inconsolable.

       Why had I done this to her?

       Why had I injured her sweet nipple so badly?

       Why had she ended up here in my hands in the first place?

       She kept asking, like almost by rote or a chant.

       Because of what I'd just poked and bitten, and nobody knew it better than me, except possibly her.

       She stayed on the throne rocking like a child, sort of in a stupor or like in a trance. She mumbled and cried to herself and I just watched in glee at her misery. There was so much more I intended to do to her and this was really just the beginning.

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       I let her be for about twenty minutes and all the while her bit tit nipple was still oozing. I finally faced her, like all concerned.

       'I'd better attend to that. You're still bleeding.'

       'I know. It won't stop. It hurts. It hurts so much and it won't stop.'

       'That's why I better help you.'

       'Please help me by letting me go. You've done enough. Just let me go.'

       'I told you, I have to fix your nipple. We can't have it drooping, hanging by a thread of flesh, like that. Can we?'

       'How? But how?'

       'There's two choices really. I can cut the rest of it off or sew it back together. Which would you prefer?'

       'No. No, you're not a doctor. Take me to a doctor so it can be done right.'

       'Oh yeah, sure. In your dreams. How'd I explain that to the Doc. Oh, I just happened to slice her nipple off while we were having rough sex. I suppose he'd assume it was rough. And I'm sure you'd keep quiet too, and not say a word about how it happened. In your fucking dreams stupid bitch.'

       'I need a doctor.'

       'What you need is a savior. Someone to save you from what's ahead for you. You need a fucking cop more than a doctor. And I told you the choices.'

       I stepped towards her and she recoiled back away. I took hold of her hair at the top and pulled her unceremoniously off the seat and she flopped onto the floor. She was sort of face down and I put my foot on her neck and stood down.

       'Hold still. You fucking hold still. You wanted to wipe your ass, so I'll do it for you.'

       Her head was twisted to the side but her butt was a bit raised. I reached over and reeled off about three feet of toilet paper. I spun around and sat on her upper legs at the back and she tried to twist away. I placed my hand on her lower back and hammer punched her, a fast brutal jab, almost about her kidneys. She stopped twisting but started crying for real again. I parted her sweet cheeks and there was really nothing to wipe. She'd had a clean dump and I barely needed any toiled paper at all, let alone a yard of it. I loved how her sphincter puckered as I wiped across it and, of course, I couldn't resist sliding my index finger up her anus. I pressed down on her ass cheek and pulled up on her sphinc and now she howled even better.

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       My prick was as hard as a spear and there was really only one place for it to go. I hoisted her up over the bathtub edge so her upper body was jammed and crumpled into the tub. I pried her cheeks apart, got my pecker out and lanced her good. I made it last about fifteen minutes and then gave her the spunk juice. I stayed in her and reached down and forward and twisted her one arm way up which pulled her other wrist along with it. It forced her injured tit around to the side and I could just reach it with my mouth. My teeth solved her nipple problem and I kept the whole thing I'd bitten off in my mouth so I could keep it for later as a souvenir.        

       She'd passed out as to be expected.

       I stood up proudly and just looked at her. Fuck was she ever a beautiful mess. She was like a perfect broken, shattered mannequin but, of course, she was still breathing.

       I took hold of her ankle, bending and pulling her, dragging her over the edge of the tub, onto the floor and turned her onto her back. There it was again. The most beautiful cunt I'd ever seen and I'd really only finger fucked it. I didn't count standing there penetrating her while we ate as fucking since I didn't do any continuous thrusting. I supposed she probably thought differently about it and figured she'd already been raped. Not by my standards, no, she hadn't been but that was immanently about to change. I figured she'd stay unconscious for a while, so I cut the line securing her legs and spread then wide. Her labia parted just the slightest bit and I could see a hint of her inner pink and the nub of her clit.

       Fuck I wanted to rupture her.

       She didn't deserve to have a cunt like that, at least not to keep it. I laid my head, my face along her belly and kissed her tummy. I slid down and kissed the top of her fuzz. I slid down and gave her a soft, small lips a vaginal kiss. Then I sat back and just looked down on her defenceless crotch. A perfect helpless vagina was just inches from my vicious, mutilating fantasies. Talk about a dream cum true.        

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       Fuck I wanted to rupture her.

       I squeezed both sides of her labia with both my hands and pried inside her to force her clit out. She wasn't awake at all.

       I flicked it with my finger, like you would to get rid of an unwanted bug. It made a small thud sound, like a little wump.

       I got it between my two thumbs and pushed her way out and then forced it upwards. I could have hacked it off with an axe, it was so far distended. I pinched on to her as hard as I could, and stood up, and pulled to see if I could lift her up by it. Pull her ass up off the floor just by her clit. It was too slippery and slid out of my pincer grip. But I had lifted her a bit and was quite thrilled by how her ass settled back onto the floor again.

       Fuck I wanted to rupture her.

       I got around and sat on her tits, facing her twat. I ran my hands up and down her long legs and finally stretched out long on top of her body. My cock was to her chest, and I ground a bit across her tits with my boner. I had to cut it short or I was going to grease her nipples. I buried my face in her slit, still inverted on top of her. I really couldn't hold it any longer. I was ready to spunk right into the air, like a squirt gun.

       Fuck it was time to rupture her.

       I moved into the normal fucking position and cupped her vagina with both hands. I kissed her ever so lightly and then drew my fist back. On the count of ten. I told myself. I destroy the bitch on the count of ten.

       'One, two, three..'

       Her cunt was still whole.

       'Four, five..'

       I didn't have to do it. I wanted to, but I didn't have to.

       'Six, seven, eight..'

       She was coming too, moaning a bit first.

       'Nine and ten.'

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       I drove her, full bore, square into her V at about the middle. I didn't pull my punch. My fist was like a hammer and I knew I'd crushed her clit. She must have just regained consciousness as I connected, because she let out with the most piercing  short yelp and then passed out cold again. I spread her labia a bit to one side and punched her once more for good measure and then mounted her and properly raped her. Her laying there unconscious with a ruptured vagina, I took my sweet time and wasn't particularly mean about how I ground inside her. I could always be meaner later.  After I'd spunked her, the only thing left for me to deal with, right now, was her bleeding areola, where her nipple had been.

       I wanted her awake for that.

       I gathered her up and carried her back to her cell to the awaiting steel framed bed. I laid her on her back and tied her off tightly spread eagled, of course, facing up naked. Her cunt was bleeding now too. When I first stepped away and saw her like that, how injured she was, the vision of it, it was all I could do from really trashing her. I would like to have taken a hammer to her pelvic bone, to her cunt bone and smashed it, like fractured it in ten pieces.

       I had to get away or I was going to kill her. I took a good shot of the ninety proof whisky I had and it calmed me and I resisted.

       I had some smelling salts to bring her too and laid along side her, as she regained awareness. I was nude and my pecker had sprung right back up hard. Fuck was she in for a ride.

       She just started to mewl, like a baby kitten wanting it's mother's teat. She must have said 'Oh God' a hundred times and as I ran my hands over her splayed body she barely seemed to notice. She'd almost gone catatonic and it was time to bring her out of it, or drive her completely around the bend, like fully insane. I fingered her spread pussy and gave her ruptured clit a gentle kiss. She shrieked at the slightest pressure so I knew most of its blood vessels were broken. I moved up to her good tit and cupped it and gently suckled her. Now it was time to deal with the other one.

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       She was more coherent now but still crying.

       I got up all special excited again. This was truly one of my favorite pastimes. I retrieved my plumber's butane torch with the copper soldering tip attached. I put it and some matches on a small table beside the bed where she could see them well.

       I sat down beside her and touched her face softly and told her, 'We have to deal with your bleeding nipple. I want to stop it.'

       She didn't revert to a catatonic state again. She came back to full awareness and consciousness. Her senses were never sharper, but her crotch was numb from the overwhelming pain.

       'Oh my God. What are you going to do with that? Are you going to burn me? Is that what you're up to? What you meant by fixing it?'

       'Yeah, cauterize it. You know seal off the blood vessels so they stop bleeding.'

       'Oh my God. No. No. No. You can't. You cannot do this too.'

       'Well you tell me a better way to stop the bleeding when this is missing from your tit.'

       I showed her her severed nipple. I had it in a small glass jar.

       She mewled again.

       'How could you do that? How? Why? It's mine. It belonged to me and now you have it. Why? Why? Oh God, how could you let this happen to me?'

       'God had nothing to do with it, I can assure you. Maybe the Devil. The Devil made me do it.' I joked.

       'There is no Devil except you.'

       'So tell me a better way to stop the bleeding.'

       She fell silent because knew there was no better way.

       'OK, then. The torch it is.'

       I lit it and it was a roar in her brain.

       While it was heating up, I slid down to sniff her cunt and ran my tongue along her labia. I shot my tongue in and out of her while I let the torch heat up for five minutes. Then I figured it was hot enough. She'd shrieked at the mere touch of my tongue to her clit so I figured maybe I should cauterize it too, to reduce the swelling. Besides there's nothing like the feel of a brittle, fried clit scratching against one's knob and shaft during thrusting.

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       Her missing nipple was a pretty big wound area so I needed to be sure the torch was hot enough. I took a three inch spiral finishing nail and jabbed it into her tit about an inch from her areola. I yanked it out, and applied the torch to the bubble of blood that had instantly appeared. It sizzled brown and then black and in a moment there was no more bleeding. Just a nice little crust, like a scab only better.

       She couldn't believe I'd test the torch temperature this way. I punctured her as if her flesh didn't matter. As if the pain I caused her didn't matter a wit.  But it all happened so fast, and was so unexpected, she had no time to really think about it.

       'I guess it'll work now. I think it's hot enough. But I'm telling you, it's going to fucking hurt. All your nipple nerve endings are, they're cut and exposed now, like raw, so it'll hurt like fucking Hell. Like nothing you've ever felt before.'

       But now she had time to think about what was coming.

       'Please. Please. Please, listen. Please and stop. I'm a person. Look at me. Look. You look at me. I'm a human being.'

       'So what?'        

       'So look at me. You can't hurt me this way. You can't burn me. Please, oh please, don't burn me again.'

       I glared at her with scorn.

       'You know you just don't get it, do you?'

       'No. How? What now?'

       'Burn you? I'm just going to burn you for no reason? I'm going to fix your nipple, or at least where it was. I'm going to help you. But you just don't appreciate my constraint.'

       'Your constraint. You're holding back? You say? I don't think so. I think you just can't wait to rape me, like mean.'

       How could she not know I'd cunt raped her?

       'I already fucked you while you were unconscious. In the ass too and you were pretty good. In fact you were fantastic.'

       'No. No you didn't.'

       'Yeah, for sure. What I really want to do is shove this into your cunt. Why do you think you're so sore? I didn't just rape you. I punched you, I smashed my fist into your labia and I mean hard. I actually slugged you twice. And I'm pretty sure your clit's ruptured so I should cauterize it too. So how's them apples?'

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       'Oh my God. No. No. You didn't. But you'd destroy me as a woman. No. No, you wouldn't do that. You wouldn't be able to have sex with me then. And you do want to do that. Don't you? Like the regular way?'

       'I'll still be able to rape you.'

       She looked like she didn't believe any of it, like it hadn't happened and she'd know if it had. But the thing was she was in so much pain from so many sources her body was shutting down its ability to feel it, to absorb the signals. At least her brain was, but she knew full well she'd feel the burning.

       'I don't believe you but it doesn't matter anyway. I just want you to shut the torch off.'

       'As in torch-ure. Get it, torture?' I joked.

       'God, you're sick.'

       'Here's the thing, you're right. If I roast your cunt inside, it'll probably spoil the fucks to come, if it doesn't kill you. And I enjoy it way too much to do that, at least for now, so it's your nipple and I want to get it done so we can move on.'

       I picked up the torch and she thrashed. Her head snapped from side to side like it was on a mechanical swivel. I climbed on to her and sat on her just below her tummy. I reached forward and took the target breast in my left hand and dug my fingers in. She tried to buck me off so I let go of her tit and grabbed her hair and moved the torch close to her wide open eyes. She tried to snap her face away but I held her firm and was about to half blind her.

       'Your choice. Your eye or your nipple or both.'

       She went limp.

       'Fucking chose again. You always seem to be making choices with me. So chose.'

       'Do it. Do it, my breast.'

       'Just as I thought.'

       I started at the very outside of her wound where her areola was still normal. It crinkled up fast into burnt carbon and she shrieked and passed out right away which was what I expected which in turn was why I had the smelling salts handy. I revived her and the torch was even hotter by now.

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       'Scream all you want, the louder the better. But don't you fucking pass out again or I'll fry your clit. I swear I'll turn into a burn crisp pea and then I'll crush that with pliers.'

       She had no idea how she could further endure this. I re-applied the torch to the other good edges of her areola and she screamed from her fucking soul but managed not to pass out. Now came the real pain. I went right to the center of her wound and made the contact. There were still multiple nerve endings there and it was too much for her brain to absorb. She had no choice but to pass out. I put the torch on the table and waited a few minutes before forcing her to revive.

       Her sounds were inhuman, animalistic and something I'd never forget. But then again how could I, I was videotaping the whole episode. I'd lay there at nights, not watching the images, but just listening to the sounds of her shrieks while I jerked off. Of course, I watched the picture portion too and froze framed many of the choicest moments.

       She came too moaning.

       'I would have thought you'd value your cunt.' I said to her like she had a choice.

       She looked at me terrified and knowing.

       I slid down and kissed her labia and pushed in a little on her clit. Then I shoved my fingernail into it hard. She shrieked beyond reason. I licked her a bit and even teethed her a little.

       'Too bad. It looks really nice. You have such a tidy little cunt. What a shame to fry it like this.'

       'Oh, Oh, please. No. Don't. You can't. Kill me instead.'

       'Well I'll be. It didn't take you long.'

       'I know. I know. I can't bear the thought of the pain and what you'd do to my womanhood. I'm a woman. A woman. You can't do this to my most intimate, vulnerable parts. You just can't.'

       'But I can and I will.'

       'Then kill me, like you said I'd say. Just do it.'

       'Look in my face and read my lips. No fucking way. I'm enjoying this way too much and I've got lots more in store for you.'

       'Then I'll kill myself.'

       'Go ahead, but I don't know how. I won't fucking let you die, but I will do you a favor.'

       'Keep them away from me. Your favors are no favors at all, they're only meaner in the end.'

       'So let me finish your tit, then. I'll leave your cunt for now.'

       She nodded, like passively but sincerely.

       It took four more passes with the torch tip and three more revivals before she was roasted right over, like sealed. Instead of a nipple, she had a dark brown puckered scab, which almost looked like a continuation of her regular areola. It looked like one big areola without a center. How's that for modern art? Like a Picasso.

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       When I brought her too, we obviously had an issue.

       Now I'd cleaned her up and she looked quite regular except one nipple didn't match the other at all.

       She was sobbing but was no longer hysterical and I let two more hours pass and the torch was no where in sight. It was under her bed, like a real monster. She didn't want to say anything about it.

       'How are you feeling? I gave you a strong pain killer, like a needle.'

       (I'd bagged some diluted morphine from a nurse I'd kidnapped and murdered and made her show me how to admisinter it.)

       'I'm OK. I'm really sore now, but I'm OK.'

       That was a good sign. I'd get to torture her lots more even if she didn't want to live.

       I secured her by the neck to the bed stead leaving her about four feet of slack and released her arms and legs. She pushed up and sat up leaning against it. It was all so unreal. She knew what I'd said I'd do and yet now it was like she'd dreamed it, and woke up and could disregard it. I had to admire her for her hoping. I guessed I'd scared the bejesus out of her when I talked about frying her clit because now she was playing nice. And I loved it, like we could play like boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers, like consenting adults. She was a different person, a changed person and it was a role she'd never assumed before.

       'What would you like?' I querried her.

       'Huh? Like what?'

       'To eat? What'd you prefer?'

       'I'm hungry. I'd like some meat. I'm not a big meat eater but I have a craving for some now.'

       (And wasn't that exactly how I felt about her? I chuckled to myself.)

       'Well, I have some ground steak, or meat loaf or Sheppard's Pie.'

       'The pie, that'd be nice. Could you make it two?'

       'Sure and I'll bring you a baked potatoe and some other vegtables.'

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       She seemed so thankful

       'But there's just one thing. When you're finished, I have to fry your clit.'

       And with that, I left the room. I could hear her wailing.

       I took my time preparing the food, longer than I had to to let it sink in just what was to come. Still, the thing being, when I was away from her, I wasn't fucking or hurting her and she took that as a blessing, small as it was. It also let her get her hopes up that I could change my mind. But she should have known by now, my mind was set in stone, just the same as my heart.