The Prez. - Merry Fucking Christmas - Bitch.

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       It was after hours on Christmas eve and everyone was  gone from the advertising agency except for her. Except for the Prez.

       She had built the business from scratch into a highly respected creative force but there had always been a price to pay for that too. She was never done. There was never enough time to get it all done so there she was alone at eight o'clock on the special eve except she wasn't quite alone.

       I had planned it carefully and knew she'd be there because she was working on my phony assignment which I'd advised her I absolutely had to have for Christmas day and would pay her two times the normal rate. She'd never met me and all communication was by pre-paid cell phone but she was expecting me for eight-fifteen to show me the progress she had made.

       I tapped on the outside door window and she called out, 'Just a minute. I'll be there in a sec.'

       It was snowing quite heavily and no one was about anyway so I wasn't too worried about being seen.

       Finally, after a bit, she glided to the door and let me in.

       'Mister Johnston, so good to finally meet you. What are you doing out on a night like this?'

       'Yeah. I know. Sorry. Sorry.' I said. 'Sorry to put you out on Christmas Eve. How did you make out?'

       'Quite well really. I think you'll be pleased with the concept.'

       'I hope it's more than a concept. I hope you have something finished for me.'

       'Yes. Yes I do, but not all of it. It was simply too short notice, but why don't we take a look see. See for yourself.'

       I intended to see for myself. All of her that was.

       She took me through an outer space into her inner office. I was suitably impressed. She had on a one piece, purple stretch-knit dress open quite wide in a deep V down the front with what appeared to be a satin-silk camisole underneath. Right away I knew there were tits in there that I would want to torture the nipples right off of. Her ass was nicely rounded and firm and she went in in the middle. Of course, I already knew from her website what she looked like. It was why I had picked her in the first place, but there in person she was so much better. So much more alluring and sexually attractive and available.

       What a victim.

       Right off she went to a file and was set to show it on a table.

       I felt no need to wait for why I was there.

       I told her, 'I don't think there'll be any need for that.'

       Of course she was surprised. 'What? What do you mean?'

       'I mean I came here to see you, not your work.'

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       She was slightly perturbed. 'Excuse me. That's not what you said on the phone. Explain to me. What do you mean?'

       'Yeah, I guess I should do that. I mean, why don't you take your dress off? Then I can see more of you.'

       She gave me the angriest look I had seen from a woman in a long time and reached for her desk phone.

       'Get out of here or I'm calling the police.'

       I took it out of my jacket pocket and pointed my handgun at her pretty face.

       'I wouldn't do that. If you don't want to die on Christmas eve, I wouldn't do that. So put the phone down and give me your cell phone too.'

       She was pretty well frozen. She wanted to fight, needed to fight. She could never hand control of the moment over to me because she knew it could become a major turning point,

a no-turning-back point, that was, in her life.

       'What do you want? Stop it. Stop pointing that gun at me. Put it down and get out of here. Leave me alone.'

       'That ain't gonna happen boss-lady. (She'd set down the phone.) Now give it here. Give me your cell phone.'

       Her hand dug in her purse which was on the desk too and reached out, slowly extending her cell to me so I could take it.

       'There. There, that wasn't so hard, was it? I'm sure you're not used to doing what you're told. But that wasn't so hard to do.'

       'I don't know who you think you are but you'll never get away with this. You'll only get caught. There's security in this building, y'know.'

       'Yeah, I guess but not so much on Christmas eve. I'm right. I think I'm right. Am I right? And don't lie. I can't stand women who lie to me.'

       'I.. I don't know. Maybe you're right. I don't know but what do you want?'

       'I already told you, take your dress off.'

       'I will not. I won't take it off. I don't know who you think you are, what you think you're asking of me but I'll never do it.'

       'I guess I'll just have to shoot you then. Too bad, I really didn't want to but if that's your final answer. Just like on Jeopardy, I guess I'll have to.'

       I level the gun back at her face.

       'No. No, don't kill me. Don't.'

       'Who said anything about killing you? Now wouldn't that be a waste. I can shoot you and not kill you so I think I'll start with your leg. They sure are long enough so I shouldn't be able to miss.'

       I aimed around her knee level.

       'No. No, God no. Don't shoot me. Not in the legs. Not anywhere.'

       'Then take your dress off then.'

       'Please. Please, I don't want to. Don't try to make me.'

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       'I already know what you don't want to do, the question is what are you going to do? You're not stupid. Think about your situation. Look around you. You see anybody to come to your rescue?'

       She knew she had a slip on underneath so she was thankful for that but she had no panties on. The camisole was the kind that was like a body-suit, like a one piece bathing suit, but had snap domes at the crotch.

       It took her five minutes of squirming and resisting but slowly she pulled out of her dress and stood there all nervous and self-conscious in her top and slip.

       I have to say she had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to feel self-conscious about.

       'Very, very nice. You're incredible. Fuck. Now give me the slip too.'

       'Listen to me. Please listen. Stop. Stop now and go and I won't report it. I won't go to the police if you just go now.'

       'You must be kidding. The way you look? You must be joking, now give me the slip.'

       I waved the gun at her hips.        

       'Or I'll shoot you. I'll shoot you down there.'

       She didn't need any more convincing than that and slid her slip off. She slipped out of her slip.

       Neat and beauty.

       She was truly a stunner. I mean beautiful and gorgeous, beyond belief. I could hardly believe how well I had done. I guess you could say I really knew how to pick 'em.

       She breathed deep and slowly. Deliberate. She stood tall and proud, almost defiant and as strong as her fears would let her.

       'What now?' She challenged me. Her chin up and out.

       She tossed her head and her long hair.

       'Fuck, you don't have any panties on. Why don't you have any on?'

       Obviously she knew where I was focused.

       She shook her head, more tossed it more, as she answered, 'I don't need them with this kind of body suit.'

       'Oh that's what you call it. So I guess the next thing to do is take it off too so I can get a good look at your whole body, minus the suit.'

       'I won't. You can't make me and I won't. I refuse.'

       'I think I understand but I'm not sure that you do. I can shoot you in the tit. I can shoot you in the cunt. Or I can shoot you in the heart, but if you're not naked in sixty seconds I'm going to shoot you somewhere.'

       It took her fifty seconds to start and then in ten seconds she undid the crotch dome snaps and peeled it off over her head.

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       My prick was hard as a rock.

       My eyes were almost blinded by her beauty.

       'Jesus. Jesus, you are beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. Now lay on your desk, on your back, and spread you legs. Let your legs dangle over the edge.'

       It took her awhile but at last she was laying like I said. More displayed I guess you might say.

       I stripped my jacket and shirt off and my jeans I shed on the floor.

       My briefs were bulging at the front.

       She whimpered, which didn't become her power, 'No. No. Please don't. I don't want you to rape me.'

       'In good time.' I said. 'Right now I gotta do this.'

       I opened my briefcase I used as a rape kit and took out two pre-cut lengths of thin but strong rope.

       'What is that for?' She was really concerned.

       'I'm going to tie your ankles to the desk legs. Don't give me any trouble or I swear I'll hurt you. I'll hurt you bad.'

       'No. No, you're not.' She claimed.

       I pointed the gun right into her spread pussy.

       'You want me to shoot you there?'

       'No. No. God, no. Please no. Don't. You can't shoot my vagina.'

       'Then hold still while I tie your ankles.'

       She knew it was the very last thing she should permit me to do but how was she to prevent it? A bullet in her vagina would surely ruin her, maybe she'd even bleed to death. So she tugged a bit as I did it, but in pretty quick order I had her feet tied off tightly to the wooden desk legs.

       She was spread. God, how she was spread. Completely vaginally vulnerable and unshaven. She didn't shave her pussy.

       I got another two pieces of line.

       'What? What now? What?'

       'I'm going to tie your wrists the same way.'

       As much as she protested, in ten minutes her hands were tied off too. Stretched tightly above her head and down. It really pushed her breasts up high. She wasn't so large, maybe a thirty-four C, but she was sorely stretched.

       I walked all around her desk surveying my catch. I patted her head and gave her mouth a gentle kiss. Her lips were fixed and unresponsive.

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       'Come on. Is that the best you can do? Give me a little kiss back. A nice one.'

       I kissed her again but her mouth was still rigid.

       I smoothed her face with my hands and without warning brought my fist down hard into the valley between her tits. Did that ever set her to jiggling.

       'One last chance. Now kiss like you mean it.'

       'You hurt me. You hurt me. Why did you hit me?'

       I put my mouth to hers for a brush of a kiss.

       She managed to relax her mouth so it wasn't half bad for her until I whispered in her ear. 'Because I can. Because I wanted to.'

       She snapped her mouth away.

       I took my briefs off and my prick was a ram-rod.

       She assumed I was going to mount her and fuck her next.

       I had better plans.

       I went to my rape kit instead.

       I selected out four, four inch, pearl headed hat pins and showed them to her.

       What? God? What? What do you think you're going to do with those?'

       'What do you think? I'm going to stick them in you. I'm going to pierce your flesh.'

       'No. No. No you're not. No God why?'

       'I already told you, because I can. Because I want to.'

       'No, but no. No, you can't. I haven't done anything to deserve this. I haven't done anything to you. Why? Just tell me why?'

       'Y'know that's actually pretty easy. Because of how you look. Because of how you act and how you look.'

       'But I don't act anyway. I don't even know you. How can you possibly say how I act?'

       'You think you snotty bitches aren't all the same? Huh? The really successful ones, the power cunts?'

       'No. No, you're wrong. I don't act like anything. Nothing like that.'

       Of course she did, she just didn't see it in herself because she was so entitled. Talk about blindness of demeanour.

       'How about how you look then? What about that?'

       'I can't help how I look. It's just who I am.'

       'I guess you lose then, don't you? Because it's how you look I want to hurt most.'

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       'Oh God. Oh God, please help me God. Please help me God.'

       'Anyway, we gotta decide where these are going to go in you. Where do you think would be nice?'

       I laid the four of them in the valley between her breasts. They moved up and down with her frightened breathing.

       I selected one and took it to her forehead.

       'Pick a spot. Pick a nice spot you know I'll be happy with.'

       'My uh.. My..'

       'Hold on. Think about what I said. Where I'll be happy with. You only get one chance or the rules change.'

       Her mouth trembled and her chin quivered before she finally managed to say, 'You mean somewhere sexual, don't you? That's what you're getting at?'

       'I'd say that would please me. You bet that could do it.'

       'If that's it, then I won't choose. Go to Hell. I won't feed your sick fantasy about controlling me. I don't know where you got it from but I won't help you with it.'

       I got a mean look on my face. (It was just pretend because I loved so much how I was directing and controlling her.)

       I gripped her hair at the side and neared the point of the pin near her eye.

       'Now you listen to me and you listen good. I want you to really think about this and think good. You pick the best spots, the places I would deem the very best, or I'm gonna put this into your eyeball. I'll shove it through right into your brain.'

       'Oh my God, that could kill me. You'd blind me and it could kill me.'

       'You got that right but I'll make sure I don't kill you. I'll just blind you instead. So are you gonna make some picks now?'

       I hovered the pin just over her pupil.

       'OK. OK. I get it, OK.'

       'Good. I'm glad we got that settled. But remember what I said about making the best picks or the rules change.'

       'I know, OK. I know what you want. You want to do my breasts.'

       I shook my head like it was really serious.

       'What's wrong? What's the matter?'

       'How stupid could you be? I told you the best possible choice.'

       'I did. I did. I swear, I did.'

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       'Well not quite, so I'm done with these.'

       I scooped all four of the hat pins up and went back to my rape kit.

       'What are you doing? Come back here. What are you up to?'

       'Just this.' I said as I returned.

       'Oh God? What on earth? For the love of God, what do you think you're going to do with those?'

       'The same thing. The same fucking thing.'

       'Oh no. No, please no. Get the hat pins again. OK. OK, I know you meant my nipples. I made a mistake. Get the hat pins again.'

       'Too late for that sweetheart, but you sure got it right about your nipples.'

       I laid four, four inch galvanized spiral finishing nails in the valley between her breasts. I had sharpened them to a fine point using a little grinder.

       I selected the first lucky one.

       I took hold of her nipple and pulled it far out. She shrieked for me to stop and I hadn't even punctured her yet.

       She twisted and strained at her bindings but they wouldn't yield at all.

       I firmly pushed the nail point into the side of her nipple, just forward of her areola and how the skin broke was beyond orgasmic. A spurt of blood shot away. I gripped her firmer and forced the nail point all the way in. Her shrieking was nearing a crescendo. Or so I thought until the nail broke out the other side from within. You never seen a woman thrash and twist so violently almost to the point she was going to dislocate her shoulder joints. It didn't deter me as I forced the nail a full two inches along so it was basically half way through its length. Her screaming became so violent I smacked her vagina and stepped back. What an incredible sight her nipple, with a four inch nail sticking right through it, was.

       As I picked up the next one off of the floor. Her twisting and wrenching had tossed them all off her chest. She went nuclear ballistic again.

       'Time for number two.' I grinned as I let her know.

       She managed to become coherent.

       'No. No, Oh God, please no. It hurts too much. It hurts more than I can stand. You can't do another one. You can't. Oh please, just have some mercy please.'

       I kissed her other nipple.

       'You want me to cut it off instead?'

       'You're crazy. Of course I don't. God, what's wrong with you?'

       'How about burn it off?'

       'You are crazy. No.'

       'Then the nail it is.'

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       I pinched her second nipple out and in three minutes she was pierced clear through the same as the first. How she managed not to pass out was a miracle but even if she had I had my supply of smelling salts.

       The ties were cutting into her wrists and she was bleeding there too besides the seepage of blood out of her nipples around the four holes where the nails pierced her.

       She was almost beside herself so I gave her fifteen minutes to buck up. She needed some extra reserve for what was to come.

       I sat off to the side watching her squirm and suffer and cry  and then I got up.

       I had another nail in my hand.

       'OK, sweetheart. Sweet thing, time to get serious.'

       Her eyes pleaded and her mouth pleaded but mostly only mouthed the words.

       I went down to her spread legs.

       Her ankles were bleeding a little bit too.

       She threw her head up to look down her body. Seeing the nails through her nipples incited her more but me being near her vagina was the thing to drive her mad.

       I placed my hands to her inner thighs and kissed her labia lips.

       She arched her tail bone as far in the air as she could but that only served to make her more desirable with her pubic bone thrust towards the ceiling.

       It spread her labia lips open more too.

       I went back to her face and smoothed the tears away from her cheeks.

       'So here's the deal.' I showed her a nail. 'This one's going into you clit. Into your clitoris. And this one's going into your cervix.'

       Her head thrashed side to side.

       'No. No. No, God. How can you be serious? No. For the love of God and all that is holy, it's Christmas eve. For the love of Jesus, no.'

       'Yes, and this is my Christmas present to you. And then I'm gonna fuck you. What do you think of that? How do you think you'll like being raped then?'

       Her mind began to warp. Her thoughts became incoherent as I neared the point of the nail to her crease. I set it on the desk. I wanted her clit engorged before I burst her bubble.

       I fingered her, working my hand back and forth faster and lighter until she involuntarily filled up. Her clit was like a ripe little grape.

       She was as ready as she would ever be.

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       I pinched at her bulb, side to side, working my way around her. I found a good spot to apply the point of the nail. I pulled out on her clit and forced the nail in. Blood spurted out like a water gun and got me in the face. Not in the eye though, so I could still see what I was doing to her.

       I drove it in three inches so it pierced through her urethra too. I left it set there. Naturally, the pain was so extreme she had to pass out.

       I left it for a few minutes before I used the smelling salts to revive her. It took three times to keep her conscious.

       'OK. This is it. This is the money shot.' I held the last nail.

       I got a clear acrylic speculum out of my rape kit. She couldn't even believe I'd have one of them. But I was like a boy scout, an eagle scout, I came fully prepared.

       I plied the speculum into her vagina and opened her fully up. I got a pair of long-nosed vice-grip pliers to hold the nail. I fastened the nail into the pliers and aimed the nail along inside of the speculum. I used a little LED flashlight to see inside and there it was, the dimpled center of her cervix. My target. I knew it was seriously going to impair her, seriously jeopardize her health, but I thrust it all the way in anyway and tripped the lever of the vice grips to release it and leave it imbedded there, through her vix into her womb. There wasn't much blood because the nail plugged the hole it made.

       I was ready to rape her but she wasn't conscious again.

       It took fifteen minutes to keep her awake.

       As I climbed up on her, the nail in her clit being ground threw her into twists of pain again. I warned her I'd blind her in both eyes if she didn't firm up and just take it. Take it like a woman.

       Where she found the strength, I don't know but she remained conscious throughout the fifteen minutes I made my fucking her last.

       It was a beauty because she was a beauty.

       When I gizzed her I left myself in her for ten minutes just feeling the pain course throughout her body.

       It was the most satisfying respite, the supreme leave-in, of my life.

       When I pulled out of her she assumed I was done but a lot of the best (or the worst) was about to come.

       I had a small propane plumber's torch in my rape kit too.

       I lit it and got it going. It had a copper soldering tip attached to the nozzle.

       When it was good and hot I applied it to the first nail that was shoved through her nipple. It didn't take long before her nipple was being roasted and fried from the inside out. Her fluids boiled. It sizzled and smoked and even crackled a little.  I destroyed her other nipple the same way.

       It was time for her clit. To heat up the nail embedded in her clit.

       Watching her swollen, damaged bulb shrivel and die was one of the highest points of all my sexual torturing experiences. There'd been more than a few good ones.

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       The meat turned blue and black and then all she had left was a tiny lump of jagged charcoal.

       I was pretty well done with her since there was no way to keep her conscious anymore. It didn't matter how many times the smelling salts revived her she immediately went back out unconscious screaming in unimaginable pain.

       I got up on her to fuck her once more and in five minutes all the fucking was over. I was about ready to leave.        

       I punched her four times as hard as I could in her vagina. The nail in her clit even cut my knuckle so I know I got her good.

       And I left her.

       I gathered up all my stuff, got dressed and I left her like that.

       Tied to her desk like that, entirely sexually destroyed so she would be found like that.

       Displayed like that, all broken.

       How humiliating.

       How would she live the rest of her life then?

       How would she even want to?

       I didn't have to worry about her being able to identify me. I had taken, years before, a theatrical make-up course and I actually looked nothing like the disguise I had concocted. She had no idea who I actually was so neither would the cops. I was curious to see how it would be reported in the news.

       I was pretty sure they'd leave all the good details out.

       

       As I drove away, I thought to myself.

       'So sweet lady, what do you think of my Christmas present to you?'

       I giggled and chuckled.

       'Merry fucking Christmas - bitch.'