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The Murderess

Part 1

The Murderess part 1 of 12

The Murderess part 1 of 12.

 

Patricia (22)

Petrius ”Peter” (57) Dan’s brother

Albrecht (45) manservant

Jim (x) boy / adolescent

Joe (x) boy / adolescent

Sara (x) girl / young female

More later…..

 

 

 

Synopsis: After a short marriage beautiful Patricia (22) killed her rich husband but the public prosecutor found no proof for her responsibility. Her brother in law, Dr. Peter exposed her crime and decided to take his own cruel revenge on her, by making her his slave. By a brain operation he cuts off her ability to stir her own body movements, but he let her have her own free thinking and her own will and anger and hate.

Her punishment: She got locked inside her own body that obeyed anyone, but herself. Though she had her free will and free thoughts she could only in horror experience how her own body betrayed her and obeyed anyone, who gave it an order.

This could be one of the cruelest mind-twisting punishments you can imagine.

So be warned, it could give you nightmares. I got one, a terrible one! 

 

 

Code: M/f, M+/f, slave, cruel, bc = bodycontrol, oral, punishment, anal, vaginal.

 

Authors: Sara and Cecilita.

 

 

Forewords:

The writer Sara, one of the girls, gave me this story to translate into the meeting language and wanted it published.

 

I read it and next night I had a nightmare filled with horror. Still I decided to give it a try because it is so consummated evil and in contradictory I could feel it ticklish some forced submissive nerves. May I never be in her situation!

 

This is thrown out as a feeler. If there is interest for the rest I will continue, otherwise not.

 

Sara told me that it is a fiction and that it had probably nothing with the real word to do.

 

Further on in the story there are by chance occurrences of some younger persons, which discover her. I will not exclude them, but I will not precise their age. It will be up to the readers to do themselves. I use their names, Jim and Joe and the female Sara. As usually I want to be true to the story.

/Cecilita

cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com

 

 

The Murderess

 

Patricia (22) was considered as a dark beauty by most men with her likeness to the “young” Elisabeth Tailor.

Ever since she was a young girl she had decided that she would use her beauty and body to catch a millionaire. When others joked about it, she had also room in her mind for the evil thought of helping her fortune to let her be a young widow.

 

Now she was happy with herself at only 22 y o and a widow and millionaire herself. Everything had followed her detailed plan. Now she had a luxurious life ahead of her.

 

Three month ago she had married the multimillionaire Daniel Proshard and when they were at sea in one of his smaller motor boat she started to act out her plan. Knowing that he couldn’t swim she pushed him overboard. She had the nerve to see him drowned before her eyes.

 

She was breathtaking beautiful but an evil girl, as if there were a balance in human characters.

 

Later she stated: She and her husband were alone on the boat and she was resting in a cabin below. When she after her headache was gone came up to deck her lovely husband was not to be found.  The authorities quickly, after ended the short investigation, found that he must had been washed overboard and that it was an accident.

 

Everything was going to be nice, as far as she could see. Now she had only to leave the country and apply for British citizenship and be gone. She would never again spread her legs or her lips for a man more than double her age. She had so much money that she could have others working for her enjoyment and pleasure.

 

In the evening she went to bed in her newly inherited private house after connecting the house alarm for the night. She felt secure and was very pleased with herself, but tired. There was a eventful day ahead of her tomorrow. More than she wished for!

 

Only the closest family knew the security code and she was going to change it tomorrow after reading the manual, as she had to do it herself. A good nights sleep and she was fit to start and enjoy her well deserved new life.

 

At 02.00 hours and in the darkness the alarm was disconnected by the code at the front door. A shadow opened it and sneaked in.

 

It was her brother in law Peter Proshard.

 

In the darkness he creped up to the 2: nd floor of the house and into the master bedroom where she was soundly sleeping. A woman doesn’t snore.

 

He held a wad with Chloroform to her mouth and nose and soon she was unconscious. Doing his own operations he knew exactly the bodily sign for her deep sleep. Now he turned on the light and looked down at the beautiful dark-haired girl. She was dress in an almost transparent nightgown and was on her back with her left hand under the pillow. The position raised her left breast to his inspection and enjoyment. But he had too much on his mind to be aroused by her body, for now.

 

She was a real beauty, small, thin and nice. He loved her heart shaped face, her distinct lips and her long blank eyelashes. As his brothers wife she had before been absolutely out of bounds, but she had changed that protected state herself now.

 

So dreary that she had a so evil mind. Lucky for him she was not that intelligent. Killing her husband and being dumb enough to write her whole killing plan in detail in her dairy.

 

His brother had confided to him that she was a wild animal in the matrimonial bed and that she deep-throated as a professional. He had also told him that she had no restriction in the bed. What ever her husband wanted to experience, she performed. The brothers had always been very frank with each other though they never entered each other’s protected areas.

 

Now he felt very much as representative for his brother.      

He was already convinced that she was a murderess after hearing her saying it, but he longed for to read her diary to lift his conviction up to 100 %. As soon as he had read her diary he was ready to record his verdict

 

He felt it like he himself had inherit his brother’s wife from him. When he got proof of the murder her punishment and his sweet revenge was number one and his inherited object secondary.

 

He bound her hands with adhesive tape and lifted her nightgown at the hem to have a look at his victim. He was unaware of that he licked his lips at the view.

 

He noted that she shaved her pussy and he liked that. And he would get better time to play with her later on.

 

By her imprudence he had by chance overheard her telephone call to someone in England and when she shortly explained her plot and said that if he (or she) on the other side of the phone, wanted it in detail it was written in her diary book in her desk. Peter had excused him self for a visit at the bathroom but after he had heard her dial numbers at the phone he stayed in the hall and listen in.

He had got a bad feeling when he arrived to the house and Patricia was on the phone and cut off the call by: “I call you soon as possible!”  Did she already have another man?

How could she be that negligent to call a person and reveal her secret when she still had a visitor in the house? Or was she under stress by the call?

 

So now he had to find her diary book. Hopefully it was in her desk.

 

Her desk? It must be in her bed-room. She was now in the master bedroom, so he went to her bed-room after binding her legs as well. He was rather sure that she would sleep for two hours or more, but to be sure.

 

The door was locked and who wouldn’t try to protect such a high classified secret. By his brought skeleton key he opened the door and went in. 

 

There was only one desk in the room and he started to attack it. Only one drawer was locked and he opened it easily with the skeleton key. There it was, her diary book.

 

After reading just two minutes he was now completely convinced by her guilt. The public prosecutor had nothing to go on. If he gave it to the prosecutor could he be sure that a jury should judge this angel-like person when she told them that it was fantasies she had found?

 

No, he had not that confidence in the society.  

 

She was a cold-blooded murderess so now he could judge her himself. Then he could make arrangements for the unique punishment he had in mind for her.

 

He had a quick thought about calling up other members of the family and let them be involved in the conviction but decided to be alone in this part and inform them later. He knew that he had them behind him to one hundred percent.

 

He had to transport her to the clinic without arousing any one’s interest. So he gave her a sedative shoot in a vein of her left arm. Now she was going to sleep tight for four hours at least.

 

A dressing gown was quickly wrapped around her thin body. She was not heavy for him to carry and he put her in the front seat of his own car. Before he left he locked the front door to the house and reset the alarm.

 

He went straight to his clinic. He drove up to the side door and carried her inside the house and up to the operating theatre (room). He left the dressing gown in the waiting room. Still in her nightgown he laid her on her back on the operating-table.

 

He washed and dress and prepared for the operation and shaved her head at that small part where he needed to enter her cranium, sterilized the area and went in with a special instruments. Inside he cut (burn) of the connection between her willpower and her motor function lines, it was many nerve net he had to cut, without of destroying her motor activity. He had studied this part of the brain for many years now and knew exactly what to do, well almost exactly. The surgical operation took more than three hours. Normally he had two assistants but now he had to handle everything by himself.

 

It was more than a simple operation but he was the expert.

 

To not give anyone clues let’s leave it with his detailed professional experience.

 

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In practical term she had full mental activity and an absolutely free will. She had also freedom to feel, smell and taste and so on.

 

But it was impossible for her to stir her body at all. Her arms, legs wouldn’t obey her, on the contrary the more she tried the more she blocked them out. Her movements were paralysed.

 

All this was the central part of his plan for her.

 

When she woke up from her artificial sleep she was lying on the operating-table on her back and completely naked.

 

- Good morning beauty!

 

Many thoughts stumbled in her head: “What is happening? Why am I here, in your clinic? What have you done?”

 

How much she tried there was not a sound from her mouth. She also felt naked and wanted to cover up from his eyes, but no arm obeyed her. Not a limb moved at her hardest try.

 

He wasn’t completely sure of all her abilities before they where proved true.

 

Her eyes movement was obviously in her power and he could see them move and understood that she wanted to cover up her nakedness. No arms moved and that was good.

 

- Many questions but I understand your worries. First of all, I know that you have killed my brother. You are a murderess! I have read your diary so I don’t need your confession.

 

She felt more angry and hurt to know that he had violated her diary. She had hated this short man before and now he had added more flames to her to hate. 

 

- Well that is only a detail in this story. Now when you are a murderess and the authorities have accepted my brothers dead as an accident, I will judge you my self and your sentence is to be my sex slave for lifetime. And beside of that you will be anybody’s slave.

You were in your calculating mind willing to give your body away to my brother to get his private means as a common whore. Now he is dead by your hand and I will inherit his property, which also includes you, as you gave yourself to him in church. So you see my beauty it is only fare. You are my property now and I can do with you as I like and I can ensure you that I will use that right.

 

She looked at him in chocked silence from the table. He could detect the hate in her eyes. He knew she hated him, she had told him so. She had also debunked that feeling for him in her diary. And that is so much better to add to her punishment when her body will obey my every command.

 

- You will never in your life be able to move your arms, leg and body by your own will. You have after the operation lost all control over your body, it is permanently cut of. But you will still think, feel anger inside and percept pain from your body. You will still and strongly feel any humiliating feeling and that will be your punishment. I will now, by my voice, control your body and all its movements. Any other person’s voice can also order your body to move and perform at their will and you can only see, feel and know it happen.

 

- Your punishment is to experience your own body betray you when ever you are ordered to act out another persons will and when your body obey the order and you can’t do anything about it, more then see it happen.

 

- All of your body memories (procedure memory) are hopefully intact and that means that you can perform mostly of the series of movement that your body had learned to act out before, but you can’t any longer start and stir them yourself. Your speech is blocked for you, no matter how hard you try. And now I will give you one, only one way to use your vocal cord and it will be triggered by any meaning directed to you that you recognize as a question. You will answer every question by the only words you can say: YES MASTER! You will hear yourself saying it clear and distinct, no matter the sex of the person. 

 

Well there is also possibility for you to whimper and whine and you must be grateful for that.

 

Honestly to say I’m not sure of this, but if your voice is not working as I expect I will remove your vocal cords so you can’t speak at all and there will be more room for a cock-head in your throat.

 

I will now let you try it out so you can see for your self. Here’s a question: Do you feel good?

 

"Yes Master!"

 

She was chocked. Trying to say: You Bastard! Let me out of here! I hate you! The only words coming out of her mouth was this very distinct "Yes Master!"

How humiliating! 

 

She tried but couldn’t even say it again. Slowly, very slowly she understood that the only way for her to speak out and the only words she could say, "Yes Master!" was for her to get a question, any question.

She had not even the ability to answer “No Master!”

 

She felt it as her voice also betrayed her.

 

He enjoyed the whole situation and knew how much she must hated him. With a cruel smile he asked of her:

 

“You very much want me to fuck you? Don’t you love?”

 

She was furious in her mind and wanted to tell him off, “Go to Hell” or worse.

To her own consternation she could hear her own voice clearly articulate the only word she was capable to pronounce:

 

“Yes Master!”

 

She felt so humiliated and trapped in her own body. My God! Are there no limits to his impudence?

If he was the last man on earth, she would never part her legs for him. And she could hear her voice betray her when her whole body and mind wanted to insult him.

 

She felt also as vulnerable when she understood by the coldness that she was naked before his eyes and he could punish her in any way he wanted to.

 

He felt his power and for her additionally degradation he asked:

 

“Do you really want me fuck you in any position I want?”

 

She was raging mad, but her mouth answered politely:

 

“Yes Master!”

 

She couldn’t help thinking: “Please let him remove my vocal cords so I can’t say anything!”

 

“I mean, do you really want to do it?”

 

“Yes Master!”

 

“And you had longed for it as long as you have known me?”

 

She felt her tears vetting her cheeks but heard her own voice very clearly answering him.

 

“Yes Master!”

 

“I’m sure you want to suck me off and make it very pleasant for me. Don’t you, Dear?”

 

To be active and sucking his cock was not even thinkable for her. It was so loathsome, so disgusting for her that she felt sick in her stomach, but she heard her own voice answered:

 

“Yes Master!”

 

“Would you like to do a nice deep-throat for me?”

 

To letting him enjoy her deep-throat was too much.

 

“Yes Master!”

 

She felt it as mental torture. He knew her real answer nevertheless he must hear her lie and give him answers he liked. Give him answered she was bound to give. She knew she had committed a crime, but this was too much.    

 

Deep back in her mind she felt panic at the thought of what could be her new life. She had had other plans but now she couldn’t even control her own mouth.

 

She hadn’t got the whole picture yet. It was going to be much worse, much, much worse.

 

Peter really felt amused and smiled continuing:

 

- If you feel you must go to the bathroom you have to whimper. Then you have to wait for another person to start the procedure, start your body movement, for you. We will train you daily and in the end your will perform a series of actions, but now they are very restricted for you.

 

Peter, who had natural ability to be cruel when he felt hurt, felt all his revenge rush up from inside of him. He had a hate-love to this female. He could imagine the entire sexual thing she could do for him. She would really give him much pleasure any kind of pleasure he could find out.

 

To increase her humiliation, but also to test her reaction, he gave her an order.

 

- Move your left leg widely apart from the other! Move your knee up against your left breast.

 

He could see her struggle in her eyes but she raised her left leg obeying him and move it further apart from the other and raised her knee upwards and kept doing it until he said:

 

- Stop. Now move your right leg in the other direction and your knee up to the right breast.

 

With eyes that could kill, her body obeyed him until he said:

 

- Stop!

 

Her legs were now widely parted and he could look at her little slit, that he had played with for a while during her sleep.

 

- Open your mouth!

 

She fought the movement but could do nothing. Her body muscles didn’t obey her but her jaws open up her mouth for him so much that it hurt.

 

- Stop! Now I can choose where I decide to put my cock into your body. Good girl! There is another orifice that you may offer to me, but that could wait for later.

Thank you for your offering, but I will wait for later in the afternoon, when I want to go to bed and you will wait in my bedroom to be at my service. After you had performed for my pleasure I will take a nap and your will wait on the floor for me to call you to new actions.

 

She was degraded far over all sense, but could do nothing else than lie there for him to look at and to be humiliate further by his words.

 

He wanted to torture her further by letting her know what was going to happen to her and how little she could do to prevent it. She was reduced to an obedient body and a sexual slave but had her will and her thoughts and hate intact. In his hand she was going to have hundred of thousands of seconds to regret her criminal act. And he wanted her to feel every phase of it.

 

She was going to regret her crime again and again when she experienced her mouth being unfaithful to her when it sucked and stimulated one cock after another and made it squirt into her mouth.  When her swallow-muscles in her throat obeyed the order to swallow the mucus into her stomach, she was going to experience the entire step from discomfort to feeling of sickness and she couldn’t even vomit with out of an order.

 

//

 

 

As I said before:

This is thrown out as a feeler. If there is interest for the rest I will continue, otherwise I rest my eye, fingers and mind.

 

To translate to any language is a hard work.

As a woman I’m driven by encouragement.

 

Cecilita

cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com

 

 


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