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Annihilating Annette

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Synopsis: Joe wins the lottery, and the prize is Total Annihilation of his slave Annette. Twelve hours of excruciating torture, followed by a painful death.
First, the standard disclaimer: What follows is a work of FICTION.
If you are incapable of distinguishing fact from fiction, STOP
READING. Go tune in to something harmless and innocuous. This is
NOT FOR YOU. Second, this story features acts of forced sex, brutal
torture, and snuff. If this offends you, please leave now. Really,
we don't mind. Finally, of course, the obligatory warning: Do not
try this at home. The activities in this story are carried out by
highly trained fictional characters, with many years of experience.
Attempting any of this in real life will likely result in embarrassment,
incarceration, or being forced to watch a Pauly Shore marathon.
You have been warned. For the rest of you perverts, those who are
still with me, enjoy!

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***

Joe was bummed. More than bummed, he was just about flat broke. In
fact, he probably shouldn't have bought that lottery ticket on the
way home, but like they say, lotteries are a tax on people who are
bad at math.

Annette could tell from his expression that it had been a bad day.
"What is it, dear?"

"Lost my job today. And you know it is only a few weeks 'til you
hit mandatory retirement age. How am I gonna pay for that now?"

"Don't worry, honey. You can always take me to the County Snuff
Center."

"Yeah, but what a waste. I mean, look at our choices. Lethal
injection or hanging. You wouldn't last more than half-an-hour or
so. I was hoping to be able to go to someplace nice, like The Snuff
Emporium, and get the six-hour Death By Slow Torture."

"Well, my love, take the gallows, and I will just do my best to
hang in there."

***

"Honey, did you buy a lottery ticket today?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I just got a phone call from the lottery. You won the Total
Annihilation package!"

"Great! What does that mean?"

"Well, according to the website the man pointed me to, it means a
guaranteed minimum twelve hours of torment followed by an excruciating
snuff. We get to pick three of the torments, and they pick three.
During my torments, the audience gets to vote on how I will be
snuffed."

"Wait a sec. Audience?"

"Yes. Part of the deal is that my snuff will be broadcast live on
TV as well as being taped for later sale."

"Gotcha. This is just too cool, my slut. I can't wait to watch them
slowly and painfully tear you apart, before finally putting you
down. Get it scheduled, will ya?"

"Certainly, Master. How about this Saturday?"

"Cool."

***

They arrived at the lottery offices at 7pm that Saturday night.
Her snuff was not scheduled to start until 8pm, but they had been
instructed to arrive an hour early for preparation.

When they walked in, they were greeted by the receptionist, a
stunning brunette, naked as the day she was born. Of course, this
was not surprising, as females were not permitted clothing, save
when explicitly ordered by their owners. She looked up with a bright
smile and said, "You must be Joe." He nodded. "And your bitch is?"

"Annette."

"Good. We just need a bit of information to process her. First,
how old is she?"

"Just a few weeks shy of forty."

"Lucky break for you, then, winning the lottery." She chuckled.
"Has she been spayed?"

"Yes."

"How about her general health, stamina, endurance, and pain
tolerance?"

"All excellent. She is required to work out no less than two hours
per day, every day, and has at least four torture sessions per
week, each lasting at least two hours, and one for six. I think
she will do fine."

"Great. What three torments have you chosen for her?"

"We were thinking Whipping and Caning, Burning, and finally, having
all of her bones smashed."

"Excellent choices. Now we just need you to sign this release,
giving us permission to torment and snuff her, and to broadcast
and record the performance, and lastly, to dispose of her remains.
You will of course receive a copy of the recording as a courtesy."

Joe signed, and the receptionist pushed a buzzer. A large man walked
in to the lobby, over to Annette, and grabbed her leash. "I'm Erik,
and I am in charge of torturing you, and putting you down, in as
painful and entertaining way as possible. Come with me, snuff-bitch!"
And with that, he lead her back in to the preparation area.

"So what happens to her now?" Joe asked.

"Well, she will be weighed and measured, given a physical, douched,
given many cleansing enemas, and finally, she will be injected with
special drugs, developed to both keep her from passing out, and to
enhance her suffering."

"So what do I do until eight o'clock?"

"Get to know Vivian."

"Vivian?"

"Of course, Sir. You won the Total Annihilation package, and part
of the package is a new bitch: Vivian." And with that, a woman that
Joe assumed was Vivian entered by a different door than the one
they had taken Annette through.

Actually, the phrase woman was wholly inadequate to describe her.
Goddess would perhaps be better. Annette was certainly foxy, and
never failed to make his dick get hard, but Vivian...Wow! Joe could
see that he was going to have a lot of fun owning her.

She was in perfect physical condition, without a gram of misplaced
fat anywhere. Her tits were quite large, but obviously natural,
her waist was absolutely tiny, and her hips flared like the hood
of a cobra. She couldn't be more than about five foot or so in
height, and her honey blonde hair fell below her waist.

It was lust at first sight. She walked up to Joe, knelt at his
feet, and spoke the words of the Ritual of Ownership. "I am yours,
Master, to use and abuse in any way you desire, until such time as
you decide to put me down. I exist only to please you, with my
body, with my tears and screams, and ultimately, with my death."

Joe completed the Ritual. "I accept you, bitch, as my fuck-toy, my
pain slut, and my snuff-bunny. You are mine."

***

Joe walked into the small auditorium, Vivian two steps behind him.
He walked all the way down to the "Owner's Chair", a large and
comfortable one that was reserved for the owner of the snuff-bitch
starring in that evening's entertainment.

He took his seat, Vivian kneeling between his legs, gently sucking
his cock, not with the intent of making him come, but just to get
him in the right mood. He looked back, watching the seats fill,
seeing the others taking advantage of the wide space between the
rows to get their bitches kneeling and sucking cock.

There was a flickering of the lights, once, twice, and everyone
knew that that was the five minute signal. Those few folks who had
not yet taken their seats did so.

The house lights dimmed, and the stage lights came up.

Annette was strapped down to a medical exam table. Her legs were
spread wide by the stirrups, and the entire audience had an excellent
view of her shaved cunt. Overhead was a large mirror, angled so
that those in the audience could see her face easily. There were
also large video screens on either side of the stage. Currently,
they were zoomed in on Annette's tits. Joe guessed that that was
where the action would begin.

And he was not mistaken. Erik wheeled a large tray covered with
stainless steel implements beside Annette. He picked up one of
several large hypodermic syringes. "This is bees' venom," he
explained. "I am going to inject this bitch with it in several
places, to cause her to swell up, and be more sensitive, thus making
her future torments all the worse."

He pressed the needle against the side of her breast, and gradually
forced it deep into her tit-meat. She groaned a bit as he began,
but quickly subsided.

Then he pressed the plunger home. Almost immediately, she began to
writhe and moan. "It stings, oh, it stings so bad," she cried. But
Erik ignored her suffering, and grabbed another syringe. He repeated
the cruel treatment with her other tit.

Next he grabbed a metal speculum, forced it into her cunt, and
spread it wide. When she was wide open, he took another syringe
and injected one side of her cunt. She began to sob and cry. There
was not a soft dick in the house.

He got another syringe, and injected the other side of her cunt,
and then got a smaller syringe, and injected her clit. This brought
a prolonged scream from her, the first of many, as the audience
knew.

Finally, Erik took two additional syringes, and injected each ass
cheek.

Looking up at her tits, Joe could see that they were already
beginning to swell, and turn red. Clearly they were hurting quite
a bit. Joe looked down at Vivian's blonde head, bobbing up and
down. She was sucking his cock as if her life depended on it, since
of course, it did. "If I come before that bitch does, you are going
to be up on that stage tomorrow night. Is that clear?" he asked.

She raised her head to say, "Yes, Master."

"Did I tell you you could talk, or even stop sucking, cunt? Do that
again, and you will suffer torments you can't imagine."

Vivian quickly resumed sucking his cock, and Joe turned his attention
back to the stage. He saw that Erik had picked up a tit-press (two
large pieces of wood, connected by long bolts, with wing-nuts, that
can be used to press the victim's tits flat, hence the name). He
put Annette's already swollen tits in, and began to tighten the
wing-nuts. He continued to tighten them, more and more, until her
tits were mashed flat, and bulging out the front of the press.
Her screams were incredible, and practically inhuman.

Next, Erik turned Annette's swollen and bulging tits into large,
and very full, pin-cushions. Each tit had what looked to be over
a hundred pins stuck into it, and there were four through each
nipple, marking the points of a compass.

Erik now turned his attention to the slut's pussy. He began to
stick pins through her pussy lips. Her renewed screams were music
to the assembled onlookers.

After he finished turning her into a pin cushion, he picked up a
large knife, and held it up where the bitch could see it. "I am
going to use this to carve my initials in your ass. What do you
think about that?" he asked.

Without waiting for an answer, or indeed caring, he began to slice
her ass cheeks. Not deeply, he was not interested in mutilating
her this early in the programme, but just enough to scratch the
skin and draw blood. He reached for a container of salt.

***

It was 10pm. Annette had been screaming for two hours. Joe was
enjoying himself immensely. Vivian had proven herself a talented
cock-sucker, and when she heard Annette scream her way through a
pain-induced orgasm, she redoubled her efforts, and within a minute,
Joe had come.

Meanwhile, Erik had taken Annette down from the medical exam table,
and strapped her to a St Andrew's cross. He picked up a flogger,
and began to beat her ass.

She howled and screamed, but then again, that was why she was there.
He switched to a knotted flogger after a while, which raised welts
immediately. He tore scream after scream from her, for minute after
minute.

After she had been flogged for at least an hour, Erik said, "Enough
of this warm up. It's time to make you suffer." He picked up a
sjambok. The sjambok is a very severe instrument of discipline,
and in the hands of an expert, can elicit screams with every blow.

It was clear that Erik was such an expert. He knew how to time the
blows, so that each had reached its peak before he gave the next.
Annette soon became hoarse from screaming, but her body still shook
with deep and uncontrollable sobs. It was clear that her sudden
silence was not due to any decrease in her agony.

***

And so it continued for another hour. It was now just after midnight.
Erik strapped Annette back to the medical exam table. Then he
inserted an enema nozzle in her ass.

But this was no ordinary enema setup. No drip bag, hung from an IV
stand. This was hooked up to the Enemator(TM), the very best that
modern science had been able to devise.

The Enemator had the ability to heat the solution to any desired
temperature.  It had a pump with a variable speed control, so it
could force any amount of solution desired at any rate of flow
desired into the victim's ass. Erik had set the temperature of the
solution to 150 degrees, and set the pumps to force five quarts
into Annette's ass at a speed of 1 quart per minute.

Annette's belly was swollen very quickly, and her discomfort was
obvious. She was made to hold the enema for five minutes, and then
allowed to release it. The next enema began, and for this one, the
solution was 175 degrees, and six quarts were forced up her ass in
only four minutes.

This was definitely very painful, and her relief, ten minutes later
when she was allowed to expel it, was palpable. But the third enema
was far worse. Erik had set it to heat the solution to 200 degrees,
and to pump a staggering eight quarts of liquid up Annette's ass.
Her belly was swollen like that of a woman nine months pregnant.

While she struggled to hold the monster enema, Erik pulled out a
very large latex toy. It was shaped like a man's fist and forearm,
but a man whose wrists were 12 inches around.

When he jammed it into her cunt, she howled. She begged, she pleaded.
She would do anything to have it removed. Of course, Erik obliged
her, removing it slowly...then jamming it in again. And again.
Blood ran down her thighs from where the fist-dildo had torn her
cunt.

***

It was now about 2 am. Annette was six hours into her ordeal. Erik
looked at her and said, "Okay, bitch. Enough of the easy stuff.
Let's have some fun."

He allowed her to expel the monster enema at long last, and took
the fist-dildo from her stretched and bleeding cunt. He unstrapped
her from the medical exam table, and attached her wrists to the
ends of a spreader bar, dangling on a chain from the ceiling. After
making sure she was securely hooked up, Erik hit a switch, and the
bar was raised, taking Annette with it. He stopped when her feet
were about six inches off the floor.

Walking over to one of the storage cabinets, he took out a large
candle, with a long wick. He lit it, and approached the girl. He
began to burn her skin, lightly at first, singeing a nipple here,
burning off armpit hair there. Just little burns, enough to make
her twitch and howl, but not really hurting her very much.

After a bit, he began holding the candle in place longer, getting
the flame closer to her. The audience could now sometimes smell a
faint aroma of burnt meat.

When he had "warmed her up" sufficiently, Erik went back to the
supply cabinet. He returned with a propane torch. He lit it, and
the audience grew so still that all could hear the evil hiss of
the gas, escaping and igniting.

"Oh, God, please, no!" Annette begged. But she knew it would avail
her nothing. And she was right. Erik began to burn her in earnest,
raising blisters on her feet, her belly, her tits, her cunt. On
every part of her.

She screamed like a woman suffering the torments of the damned,
but then again, she was.

***

By fourish, she was blistered all over. The slightest touch was
painful. Her nipples had been completely burned off, as had her
clit and labia.

Since she could no longer feel much on her skin, it was time to
switch to direct nerve stimulation. Erik attached a number of
electrodes to various points on her body.

Electricity was a wonderful torture method. It could be turned on
and off, quite literally with a switch. The intensity could be
varied, from slightly annoying to "Please kill me now!" One skilled
in the art of torturing females electrically can cause unbelievable
agony. By watching her reactions, by listening to the duration and
intensity of her screams, by observing how she shakes, how much
she sweats, the master can make the victim suffer more greatly than
she ever has in her life, and yet, when he turns it off, it is
done. There is no lingering after-effect like there is with a
whipping, or burning, or other forms of direct physical stimulation.
Since it is only nerve endings being stimulated, and only because
of an external input, the pain is completely controllable.

Some amateurs, torturers unskilled in the art of female electrical
torment, like to set the electrodes up to have variable intensities,
variable points of application, variable durations, and variable
pauses. While this is adequate for the beginner, or for someone
who desires a simple, painful, controllable unattended torture,
for the true connoisseur of agony, nothing can beat the experience
and judgement of a master.

And it was clear that Erik was such a master. He played her body
like Yo-yo Ma on a Stradivarius. He wrung a sonata of screams from
Annette's throat, played a concerto of pain and agony on her tits,
cunt, and ass. He was magnificent.

***

After a few hours of refreshing screams, it was clear that Annette
had not lost her ability to suffer. Erik lowered her from the
attachment that had held her suspended for so long, and strapped
her once more to the St Andrew's cross. But he took the time to
really strap her down tight. The audience wondered what he had
planned next.

They soon found out. Erik picked up a baseball bat, stepped up to
the girl, and swung for the outfield. He shattered her kneecap.
Then he reached down and ground the pieces of bone together, to
increase her agony. Just when Annette thought she couldn't suffer
any more greatly than she already had, she found out she was wrong.

Erik continued to use the bat, methodically breaking her other
kneecap, her ribs, her thighs, her pelvis, her calves, her upper
and lower arms, her elbows, and every other large bone in her body.

When he had finished with the large bones, he grabbed a small hammer
and went to work on her fingers, one by one. Then her toes. Her
hands.  Her feet.

There are over 200 bones in the human body, and when he finished,
all of hers were broken. Even if they were not planning to snuff
her, she would never be any use to anyone ever again. Fortunately,
that was not a problem for her, or him.

***

It was now eight in the morning. Annette had indeed suffered dreadful
torments for twelve hours, and it was now time to snuff her out.

"Well, gentlemen," Erik began, "while I have been tormenting this
slut, our home viewing audience has had the chance to vote on how
I should put her down. The votes have been tallied, and by a large
margin, the winning selection is ... Death by lethal injection."

Many in the audience groaned, their disappointment palpable. "Wait,
wait," he continued. "This is not the relatively painless shit they
use at the County Snuff Center. This is a special concoction,
devised by our top scientists. She is guaranteed an extremely
painful, and extremely slow death. Our drug causes intense muscle
contractions, and also includes agents to keep her alert and awake,
and to heighten her sensitivity to pain. Gradually, the muscle
contractions get longer and more severe, until her lungs seize up,
or her heart does. Either way, it is an excruciatingly painful way
to die. None of our test bunnies died in fewer than forty-five
minutes, and two extraordinary ones took over two hours to die. So
prepare for some serious, and ultimately terminal, agony."

With that, he injected her. At first, nothing happened, and many
of those watching thought it had had no effect. Slowly, she began
to twitch. The muscular contractions grew more intense.

Suddenly, she went rigid, and screamed. The poison had begun its
devilish work.

Annette continued to scream. Her screams were quite agonised, and
would have inspired pity in the hearts of some, but for those
watching, the only emotion anyone felt was the desire to see her
die in as much agony as possible.

Finally, after a little more than an hour, she shuddered, and died.
Everyone gave Erik a standing ovation. Joe hoped that when it was
time to put Vivian down, she provided at least as good a show.


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