No Way to Treat a Clit

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       She stood before me straight-backed and proud. She wasn't about to slouch to lessen the ripeness of her breasts nor to hide the ampleness of her hips nor the contours of her crotch. She knew she was vulnerable but she wouldn't display it. She stood with her ankles two feet apart with her hip cocked and her hands on her hips like a vision of authority and resistance.

       Her face was cheeky and her chin was held high.

       Her eyes blazed with invective.

       She was a strong woman, a secure woman and one who could take care of herself in any situation.  She'd proven that once before when she beat off a potential rapist who ran off like a scalded cock with it between his legs after she'd shit booted the crap out of his testicles. She'd never told anyone, not even her closest girlfriends, how much she'd enjoyed doing it and how good it felt to hear them rupture and split under her vicious aims. He was never found but she'd be willing to bet he'd never try that cunt stunt again.

       So who was I to presume the impossible? What nerve possessed me to target her? She was better than me and she'd be damned if she'd let me better her. She was a force and a power for any man to be reckoned with. She had always believed that to be true but hadn't counted on being attached by the neck to a steel line which was threaded through a steel eyelet in the ceiling and attached to some kind of levering device which meant the line could be lengthened or shortened at my whim or will.  As was my fancy, she could be made to hang or not.

       And she hadn't counted on a handgun jammed into the small of her back and then under her chin as she got out of her car in her attached garage with the door just closed. She'd never seen herself as a kidnapping candidate but she couldn't have been more wrong.

       So I had her, and that was that, and she could move three feet in a circle but that was all and couldn't bend down far enough to touch the floor with her hands. All her clothes lay in a heap beside her save for her white satin, shiny panties covering her patch of black pubic hair which showed through clearly the perimeters of her neatly trimmed bush.

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       She didn't like how I had her. She didn't like being had at all, and especially not by an impotent, weasel-like specimen like me. At least that was how I appeared to her superior outlooks. If it hadn't been for the pistol, I'd've already been a ball-less wonder and a dick-less eunuch.

       I didn't feel like wasting much time letting her think she might escape being raped. So I wanted to talk about doing it, doing her, before I actually carried it out. The anticipation could be almost as bad as the doing, the having it done to her.

       She knew men liked her. She knew they were drawn to her and lusted after her so surely, almost naked like she was, she was putting it together anyway, but I wanted to end any hope she held out.

       'So you know, I mean just look at you. So you know I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck and fuckin' rape you.'

       I stared her right in the eyes and gazed down at her crotch and brought my eyes back up to her nipples.

       'Not bad. Not fucking bad. Quite spectacular, in fact.'

       She didn't appreciate my complements nor appraisals of her vulnerable attributes.

       She clenched her jaw and ground her teeth, like already she was chewing on my balls for revenge and pushed her chin up higher and more out. She was truly an arrogant and spiteful one. She squared her shoulders, like as if to confront me, like to intimidate me, and I could swear she jutted her chest out even more. Like she'd beat me off with her tits. Like a couple of juggernauts, she thought they were. Juggers, they were. Nuats, maybe. And certainly nots when they went missing because I'd cut them off.

       'What do you think of that?' I goaded her. 'And what do you think I think of you?'

       'Go to Hell. You bastard, if you think I'll let you. Go to Hell.'

       'Let me. Let me. I like that, let me. With you like that and me like this, with the gun and all, that's a good one. You'll let me. Give me another laugh.'

       'I know your kind. I know who you think you are. You think you have power over me. You can make me scared and servile and beg and crawl to you, but you never will. That's not who I am and I won't become that person you want me to be. So just go off to Hell and stay there. No, go back to the slime you came from.'

       I tapped her arrogant face.

       'I know where there's some slime and it's not where I came from. But it is where I'm going.'

       I gave her a wicked, lurid but totally self-satisfied grin.

       'Fuck you. I swear. I swear I'll fight you.'

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       'I like that too, fight, fight and lots of attitude, but you know, there's more you need to know, like know about me before you go spouting off all high and mighty and better than me and invincible. You really think you're indestructible?'

       'I'm strong. And I can be stronger when I have to be. I'm stronger than you.'

       'Yeah, so. Yeah, I bet you can and that's just the thing. So you see, I not only like to fuck women, good looking women like you and rape them, I like to hurt, as in bust them too.'

       I took hold of her face, squeezing her cheeks together and went in for my first kiss. She jerked her head violently away and spat it out at me.

       'You. You keep your God damned filthy bastard hands off me.'

       I gripped her hair at the side and twisted her eyes back to look at me.

       'So you look here, do you have any fucking idea how much pleasure it gives me to tell you that? That I like to hurt beautiful women, a beautiful woman like you? You have no fucking idea, do you?'

       I saw a slight tremble in her resolve.

       'So think about it. I mean, if I'm gonna hurt you and I wanna hurt you because you're beautiful, what does that mean?'

       She glared at me with her resolve renewed as if she could stare me down from my lofty perch above her power.

       'So tell me, what does it mean? Like mean for you?'

       'I don't know. I don't know what you're getting at. You're talking in a riddle so how can I understand?'

       'Oh come on now. Sure you do. You know what I mean is.. is.. where? Where? And where?'

       I knew she knew but she steeled herself not to show it. Not to give away the stabs of fear that shot up her spine, one vertebrae at a time into the base of her skull and on into her feminine brain.

       She was no longer standing quite so erect and proud and slumped her frame forward to huddle her sexuality.

       Her neatly trimmed pussy was getting anxious.

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       'So I think you got it babe. Right? You know right where.

Uh? I mean if I'm gonna hurt you and I can assure you I am, I might as well hurt the good stuff, eh. Private places. Deep places. Personal places. The bits that count?'

       She fought and forced herself not to tremble.

       'So would that be tit bits? Ha-ha. And nipple bits?

       I was fully dressed and drew an Italian, ivory-handled switch-blade knife from my pant's pocket and clicked it open in front of her nose. Her head jerked back and swiveled sideways. I touched it to her throat and she let out a tiny whimper and as I drew it down her front, down her valley between her slightly jiggling breasts, I just knew she was ready to start in with the  bargaining. I knew she wouldn't plead so soon but was up for a few rounds of debating.

       'No. No. This isn't right. You have to give me a chance.'

       'Uh? What?'

       I circled the knife tip under the cleavage of her breast, heart side. I dimpled it into her an inch up into her fatty fullness.

       She had to know her nipple was in my sights.

       'No. Stop. I demand that you stop. You have no right. God damned it, you bastard, I swear I'll get you if you keep it up.'

       'You mean if I keep on moving it up, and up like this?'

       I traced the point to within an inch of the lowest circle of her areola.

       She was tight frozen as I brushed the blade across her hardening nipple and tucked the point under her chin again.

       'So look. OK. You're so sure and determined of yourself, so look, let's say I give you a couple of tests. That'd be good. A couple of hurdles and if you pass them, out of here you go. I'll let you go free.'

       She was overly suspicious but not suspicious enough.

       Somehow she figured it was way too soon that anything she succeeded in doing would effect her freedom. She knew she'd be rid of me, she'd fool me and overpower me and dispatch me but it wouldn't be so soon as that.

       'I don't know. I don't trust you. I don't know what your word means, so I just don't know. I don't know you.'

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       'Yeah, but you do know this. You have to try. I mean if I say there's a couple of tests, you have no choice but to try. Right?'

       I pressed the knife hard to her breast plate and nicked her the first tiny bit of drawn blood.

       'Ow. Stop it. Ow. You hurt me. You're hurting me.'

       'Uh-uh. Not yet. I'm getting to that. That's still to come.'

       I growled it into her face and it chilled her, the hoarseness and coarseness of my tone.

       I jabbed her again an inch from the first.

       'Stop it, I said. You're hurting me.'

       'So you understand then, don't you?'

       'Yes. No. Yes. What do you want me to do?'

       'That'a girl. I knew you'd come around. I knew you were smart, you are smart and pragmatic too. Right?'

       'Just tell me the first thing?'

       'It's simple really. I wanna cut your under pants off with this here knife. I wanna see your bare cunt and you have to stop me. That's your first test.'

       'No. No, you're crazy. I don't want you to.'

       'That's got nothing to do with nothin'. It's what I want and that's all that matters. But I'll tell you what, I'll make it fair. I have to have it done in an hour. If you still have them on after an hour, I'll let you go. So that's what you have to do. Keep me, for an hour, from cutting them off you.'

       I waggled the knife in front of her mouth and drew the point down her chest just barely missing her areola to the left.

       It seemed I was headed for the satin fabric target and she did what I expected her to do.  She gripped her two hands, vice like, onto my wrist and tried to force my hand away. I pulled back and away and in no time she was hung up by the throat on the line that was up to the ceiling and securing her neck. I tugged harder and she choked more until she had to let my knife hand go free. She grasped her throat to see how much it hurt.

       I circled around to be behind her but she wouldn't let me be. She turned to follow my every stealthy move.

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       I closed in on her and she started to swing her hands and fists the moment I was with in arm's reach.

       I let her think she was being effective for a couple of minutes as I danced circles around her and then without warning, snapped onto her punching wrist and twisted her arm way up behind the back of her head, almost to the crown. I held it fast and pushed it harder.

       She howled out for the first of her many times.

       'God. No. Stop it. You're breaking my arm. Let go. Let me go. You're hurting me. You're dislocating me. No. Stop.'

       I did as she said but not before I gave it an extra good further-up wrench and it twisted her shoulder joint all out of shape. And it didn't escape me how it made her tit hang down either.

       'Oh shit. Stop it. You've injured my shoulder. God damn you, stop it. You malicious bastard.'

       She saw me aiming the knife for the leg hole of her panties.

       She gripped my hand with all the strength one of her hands could muster so I applied two of mine to the task. I got the knife point under the fabric and cut a one inch slice up the side. It wasn't enough to even open up the one side fully but it showed her how easily I could do my part of the job when I put my mind and hands to it.

       I stepped away and slapped her ass a hard wallop.

       She could feel the violence in me and was starting to feel, first hand and first fist, it escalating.

       I grabbed her hair with both hands and wrenched her head back and down to the side so she was strangling and choking on the line. She fought to lessen the tension but it made me pull all the harder.

       She just managed to croak out almost unintelligibly, 'No. Stop. You're choking me. Stop. Stop, you're strangling me. God. God. Stop it.'

       As her hands were occupied trying to stop that action. I fired my hands down and gripped her ass cheeks and the fabric of her panties. I pulled out on them but didn't tear them off. I pulled up on them fiercely giving her such a cunt weggie it near split her clit. I near tore something off. I stopped. To abide by my rules, the knife had to do the trick.

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       But there was nothing that said I couldn't punch her in the spine. I knew the sweet spot to pick and cracked her about four notches up from her tail bone. I didn't hold back on my drive and it convulsed her to her knees which meant she was hanging by her neck. I swayed and jerked around on the end of the line and her face even started to redden. She wasn't passed out but was stunned, like incapacitated so I latched onto her two ankles and pulled her feet way up and off the floor, backwards. She was fully suspended by her neck and clawed at the line trying to ease up on her strangling. I pushed her feet up above my head level and let go.

       Her toes smashed into the floor and it cracked one of her ankles but she managed to get the weight off her throat. She was unsteady and swaying and finally crying out for real mercy and for me to effectively stop.

       'Why? Why did you do that? You didn't have to do that. Not just to take my underpants off. Why?'

       'I told you. Didn't you hear me? I already told you I like to hurt women. Good looking women like you.'

       'I. Yes. Yes, but no. I..'

       'So do you believe me now? Do you understand now?' Think you're still so though and better than me now?'

       'I am better than you. I know I am and you know it too. It's just because you have a gun and you tricked me, that's what gives you power and control, but you can't control me inside. You can hurt me but you can't have me. I swear you never will. I swear. I swear. I do.'

       The emphasis in her voice trailed off as she saw my next play unfolding.

       'What's that?'

       'A gun.'

       'Yes, I can see that, but it's little.'

       'Yeah, you're sort of right, like sort of harmless. It's only a little Daisy BB gun. A kid's gun.'

       I shook it and it had five-hundred pellets inside.

       'You're. What? No. You're not going to shoot that at me.'

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       'Why not? You've got some pretty good targets. Don't you think?'

       It was a lever action and I cocked the first pellet into the chamber.

       I waved it around in her general direction and she bobbed and weaved trying to out-maneuver my aim.

       I fired into the ceiling and the pellet ricocheted about but made a pretty decent smacking sound when it first hit the wood.

       'Not too shabby. Pretty strong for just a toy. Wouldn't you say?'

       I aimed it right for just above her nose.

       And fired.

       You'd've thought it was a three-fifty-seven magnum. She recoiled her head back and wailed out.

       'You're crazy. Stop it. You have no right. You're insane. You could have blinded me. Stop.'

       I moved in closer and aimed the barrel dead center to the middle of her valley. Midway between her nipples. She had to know her nipples would make fantastic, great BB targets.

       She gave me her first pleading look as I embedded a copper pellet a quarter inch into her skin. It was her breastbone so the flesh was only a quarter inch thick. She looked down at the little lump under her skin and tried to jockey it out with her tentative and trembling hands.

       It was as if she wasn't paying attention to me, nor the toy weapon in my hands.

       I fired the next one dead center into the gusset re-enforced fabric of her panties. It didn't catch her clit but left a nice welt to the erotic curve of her outer labia lip. She stopped fussing at her chest injury and clawed out to try and latch onto the rifle barrel. I dodged her efforts and cracked the butt into the side of her ribs just below her tit.

       She was swinging and jerking and getting to be out of control.

       I got around behind her and she only half followed and in a wink I sliced the knife blade fully through the one side of her panties. Mission half accomplished.

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       She gripped onto them to keep them from falling and knew she couldn't keep all her good and private stuff hidden. She didn't have enough hands.

       I prodded and poked at her with the gun barrel like the cow she was. She danced and tried to evade.

       She was gripping the cut ends of her panties together so I took a direct bead on her nipple. She didn't  know what to protect. And then I stilled her. I silenced her.

       I aimed the shot right for her eyeball.

       She knew with her eyes open or closed, the pellet could easily blind her. She didn't want not to see what I was up to.

       She froze.

       'Still. Fucking perfectly still, or your jelly's done for.'

       She was wary and scared and petrified, almost like a sample of the wood.

       'Let go. Let them go and fall open.'

       Her panties drooped to the side and three quarters of her vagina was bared.

       I aimed the gun at her other eye.

       'Which one? You tell me which one?'

       'No. No. Why? No. Don't.'

       'Which one? Tell me, or I'll do both.'

       'God. No. Please no. Don't. Not my eyes. No please.'

       I gave her a smirky, all powerful, knowing look. I'd led her, pushed her, right to where I wanted her to be.

       'If not your eyes, what then? Make me another offer. Make me a better one. One I can't refuse, as they say, ha-ha.'

       She knew exactly what I was digging at.

       She was a mass of targets, all kinds of exceptional sexual ones.

       The silence was spectacular.

       It was orgasmic and loaded.

       What would she say? What would she offer?

       'I haven't got all day. Actually that's not quite right, I've got all week or month.'

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       'Uh? What? No. You think you're going to keep me here for a week? For a month? You're crazy. You're mad. People are looking for me. People know I'm gone, they'll know I'm missing. They'll know and so will the police.'

       'So?'

       'So, don't. No. Stop being serious. Stop being horrible. The cops'll find out.'

       'Tell me something. Where are you?'

       'I... I don't know.'

       'Who am I?'

       'I don't know.'

       'So what'll the cops find out?'

       'What? No. What do you mean?'

       'You don't know where you are and you don't know who I am, so how the fuck are they to know?'

       'I. But. No.'

       'So, like you said, they may be looking for you but they're sure as hell not looking for me. No one is. And no one knows about this place. Can't you see how I've specially constructed it? Where are the windows? Look at the door. You couldn't get out of here if I gave you the chance. Even if you killed me you still couldn't get out.'

       That threw a deep fear into her ambitions and prospects. She wanted to kill me. To over-power me and to make me pay and suffer, but if what I said was true, what would she have gained? Maybe equality, in that we both ended up dead but she had no intention of dying so she'd have to find another way of which none existed.

       I aimed the gun for her eye-ball again.

       'So let's get back to it. We got off topic. Make me an alternative offer.'

       She was breathing in in little spurts, little jerks of air to satiate her constricted lungs, her chest tightened by a deepening fear and her chin and mouth started to tremble and quiver. That was so often the case when a woman had to give voice to an impossible choice, make the selection that never would be a winner for her. Her eyes glazed over and then they hardened and she got to say it out.

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       'OK. I know what you want. I know what you want me to say. You bastard. You think you've won, don't you? You think you've got the power over me?'

       'Hey, what shit do I give? It's not me who has the power, it's this. This little piddly, buddy toy gun of mine. Doesn't take much to better you, does it?'

       Without warning, I poked the barrel to the center of her forehead and fired another one into her skull.

       She reeled back and bellowed out.

       'Stop it. Stop being such a maniac and so careless.'

       'Careless? Careless with what?'

       'My safety. Your complete and utter disregard for my safety. My humanity. Stop taking it and stop taking me for granted.'

       'This is it, the final straw. If you don't give me a better offer in ten seconds, it's lights out for your fucking eye. I'll start with one and then do the other.'

       'You don't have to count. I know what you want me to say. You want to use my nipples for targets. That's it, isn't it?'

       I gave her a lurid smile, like who did she think she was then? Not so tough and independent then. Was she?

       'Is that what you're offering?'

       Again she choked on saying the actual words. On having to say what she'd never imagined in her worst nightmares, she would ever have to utter.

       'So is it? Are they? You'd like me to shoot at those?'

       I nudged her nipple with the barrel and lifted her breast up slightly as I poked it harder. Right away she started to harden.

       'So what's with that? What's with the erection? Don't you know hard nipples make better targets than soft, flaccid ones?'

       And I was getting hard too.

       'Oh look at this. Look what you're doing to my pants. Better take them off so you can see better. Give it some room to expand.'

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       I dropped my drawers and my prick shoved the front of my briefs out about a fist full of cock lump. I had growing to do but she could see it coming. I always considered it a hoot, a special privilege when an about-to-be-raped woman saw my business, my package, for the first time and could gauge me by other men she'd had in her cunt. I mean I was quite average, maybe even a little below, only five inches rock hard and I'm sure she'd figure it didn't look like so much of a threat. The fact I had foot long dildos four inches in diameter never seem to enter their minds, that was until they entered them. And I'm sure it never crossed hers either.

       I doffed by briefs and my boner did its fullest thing.

       I scrubbed it with my hand and coddled it and gazed down to entreat it.        'So what d'ya think? Uh? Uh? You like a nice piece of that?'

       She gave my cock a derisive sneer.

       'Yezz bozz. Yezzum bozz. Get me a go at that.' I really could talk silly when I had all the power and right in front of her with no shame at all.

       'You're sick. You're stupid. You think that's a cock? You think I should be afraid of that? You're not a man. You're barely more than a boy. A schoolboy and a drop-out at that.'

       'But you do know to be afraid of this. Right? We already determined that? Haven't we?'

       I aimed for her sight again.

       And pretended to look mad and offended.

       'No. No, don't. OK. OK, use my nipples for your target. Don't hurt my eyes. Use my nipples instead.'

       'You mean hurt them? I should hurt your nipples?'

       'You bastard. You miserable, stunted little bastard, of course you know that's what I mean. You know it.'

       'So say it then. Tell me to hurt your nipples. I want the words. The words you swore you'd never say, I want to hear them coming out of that, that, that fucking big foul mouth of yours.'

       I jabbed the rifle barrel to her teeth.

       I don't know what possessed me but I shot her one to the front buck tooth.

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       Now that invigorated her. It must have tore at the deep nerve endings, like a really bad ache, and it split the tooth about one third away from the edge. Her eyes bulged and she gripped her chin and mouth trying to absorb the deepest flash of pain she'd ever felt. It shot up into her eyes, even into her ear drums.

       I set the gun down and viced her head between my fists.

       I kissed her and could feel all the trembling in her upper gum. She was genuinely distressed and pained. So I increased it. I thrust my thumb into her mouth and shoved harder in on the tooth. She couldn't help herself, she couldn't restrain her impulse.

       Up rammed her knee square into my naked balls.

       I doubled over and fell away backwards. She tried to clutch at me to beat the crap out of my head but only managed to scratch my face as I escaped her fierce, wannabe-killer hands. I was bent right down and finally sank to my knees and then tumbled flat to the floor to lay and roll about prostrate. My ears rang and my vision blurred but I didn't pass out. I turned to watch her, to see her still standing tall with me sprawled on the floor before her like a silly slug and the irony, the juxtaposition of it flashed through my seared brain for a moment. Still, no matter how much she'd bettered me for those excruciating moments, I still had her and she was completely mine only she'd be a whole lot more mine as pay-back for her brass balls of testicle bashing nerve.

       I gave myself twenty minutes to recover and finally groaned my way back up to my feet.

       She was scared as shit and just knew it was a knee she should have kept to herself. No matter how satisfying it had been, how good it had felt to crunch my package, she should have checked her impulse at her brain and bided her time.

       I was still unsteady on my feet so located a wooden chair and set it six feet in front of her. I got my ass on it and gazed down at my somewhat swollen ball diamond. I fingered them lightly and gingerly and looked up at her to be sure she was watching.

       'Looks like I won't be able to fuck you with this for awhile. Fucking bitch. Fucking ball buster, who do you think you are? The mean queen?'

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       'I.. I.. You hurt me. You damaged my tooth. And then hurt it more. I'm.. I'm sorry. I just reacted instinctively because of how you hurt me. How you seemed to enjoy hurting me. I'm sorry.'

       'For what? What are you sorry for?'

       'You know. I shouldn't have kneed you. I know I shouldn't have.'

       I sucked in a deep, deliberate breath to enhance my pretend anger.

       'You know. You know you got that right because if I can't fuck you with this, I'll have to use this instead.'

       I gripped my cock and then raised the gun to her and climbed myself up.

       I moved in on her.

       She was genuinely scared.

       Was I going to penetrate her with it, to use it as a dildo or might I shoot her in there too?

       'I'm.. No. I said I was sorry. Don't. Don't hurt me. Don't injure me like that.'

       'You hold still. You stop shaking and hold perfectly still and I'll tell you. I'll tell you what. I'll see if I can bury one of the little suckers in your nipple instead. If I can blast one into you nipple, I may, I just might leave your cunt alone.'

       She reared her head into the air and jutted out her chin.

       'You expect me to hold still for that. While you shoot into my breast, into one of my nipples? How can you expect that?'        

       'It's that or I shoot your clitoris off. I shoot it through and through.'

       She knew it was just getting in deeper and deeper and sensed I had every intention of doing it all, of doing them both anyway.

       Her resolve was withering and the little girl part of her womanhood was leaking out. The fears of sexual assault and rape that every woman has, especially every beautiful one harbors, were breaking down her accumulated strengths.

       I'd been watching the time and my first test for her had five minutes before the hour expired. She was so sidetracked and the stakes had become so much higher she wasn't even watching or paying attention any more.

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       I scooped up my knife, came at her from the side and sliced through the other side of her panties. I held them up on the tip of the knife and waved them in front of her.

       'So. I guess you fail the first test. Look, just three minutes to go. Close but you still lose.'

       She rebelled and flared up at my insinuation anything she did could have  done would have made a difference.

       'Lose? Lose, what do I lose? You've already said the horrible things you want to do to me. You've already shot me and want to shoot, no, you want me to agree to have you shoot my nipple, so what do I lose? You stupid bastard.'

       I jammed the knife tip hard under her chin and her neck stretched way up to keep her throat from being punctured.

       'That's right. Just keep up with the mouth. Just keep it up with the attitude and rebellion. I'll tame you. You'll see, I'll fucking tame you. Snotty bitch, you'll never learn. But you will learn, you'll see.'

       I was standing to her side and she tried to knee me again. I suppose she thought she might be second time lucky.

       'I suppose that means you won't stand still while I plug your nipple then? I suppose it means you don't give a shit if I blind you either?'

       'Go to Hell. I know it. I know now you're going to do whatever sick and perverse thing you've got dreamed up and nothing I do will make any difference, so fuck off and go to Hell.'

       'Perverse thing? How about things, like with an s, plural. Many. And you almost got the words right. It should be perverted things? Cunt. Not one thing, many perverted things. That's what you've got to look forward to, so yeah, I suppose you're right.'

       'Of course I'm right. I know your kind. I know how hopeless your kind is, are. You're a goof and a roach and nothing you say has any interest for me anymore. So do it. Do whatever you think I've got coming, it won't make me co-operate any more.'

       'That's fine. OK. We'll see. Look, I'm hungry. You hungry? Want me to bring you something to eat?'

       It annoyed her how quickly I could go off topic. It made me seem unpredictable, even unstable.

       I saw myself as fluid and flexible. Funny how our perceptions differed.

       'I already told you I want nothing from you. Nothing.'

       'Your way it is then. I'll be back in a jiff. Don't go anywhere, at least not without me.'

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       I drifted out of the room, down the stairs to my kitchen and fixed myself a decent salmon sandwich and a glass of milk. I always loved milk and often the chocolate kind even better. You have no idea, when I was conning a prospective victim, how chocolate milk put them completely at ease. Like how could anyone bad or evil drink that little kid's stuff? I just loved the taste and never outgrew it.

       I took my time and had a good sit down shit while I reviewed my next options. I decided to hang her before I nipple shot her.

       I sauntered back in and gave her the high five.

       'Nobody new here. Just little old me and now it's time to get serious.'

       I got to the ratchet handle that controlled the length of the line which was through the ceiling eyelet and was fastened to her neck. I worked it until the line pulled snug to her throat.

       I went to confront her face to face.

       'So this is it, sweets. Now you find out just how vulnerable and helpless you are. Just how much absolute control I have over you. Absolute, you know that means everything. Every thing about you.'

       Her head was slightly tilted to accommodate the tension of the line pulling her up. It dug into her throat but no where near enough to choke her.

       I patted her cheek and kissed her without any real difficulty since her head was more like fixed or pinned.

       Her lips were hard and frozen and not at all receptive.

       'As they say, babe, up, up and away.'

       I got back to the ratchet and moved the line up four inches and she was absolutely forced onto the tip of her tippy tippy toes. She could breath but each breath was raspy and constrained like she was getting only half as much air as she needed.

       I strolled back to observe her.

       More like gasping than a voice she croaked out to me.

       'No.. Please.. No.. You're killing me. You're strangling me. Can't you see? No.. Please stop.'

       Her hands clawed at the line and she tried to hoist herself up by gripping onto it but it was too skinny and slippery.

       I moved round behind her and reached forward and finally took a full, two handed grip of her breasts. I pinched out her nipples and tugged down on them too. It increased the pressure on her throat so she gurgled and strangled louder and more.

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       She wanted to pull my hands away but her neck pain wouldn't let her. I slid my hands down the side of her body and gripped onto her hips. I rolled them back to cup the fullness of her ass cheeks. I started to tuck my index fingers between her legs, brushing the rear portion of her outer labia lips. It didn't take much of a poke to find the first slippery bit of her internal moist pink.

       She didn't want to be finger fucked.

       Or thumb fucked.

       'Don't like that? What? Getting a bit too personal for you?'

       She squirmed and mewled.

       I pried her cheeks open and kissed her.

       'Why don't I ass fuck you now? Why don't I bugger you for our first sex go? Like that'd be your first time raped, right? Right up the ass. Right in the asshole?'

       She tried to turn to dissuade me and had no idea what I intended next.

       I dropped down and gripped her ankles and pulled her feet back and out from under her. She was hanging fully by her neck, for the second time, and as much as she tried to angle onto the line and grip it with her hands, she could not prevent herself from choking.

       Her face bulged out and she clamped her eyes hard shut.

       I pulled her further back until her feet were at my shoulder level off the floor and let go of her fast again. She remembered how her ankle still hurt. She pulled her legs up so her feet didn't smash the floor like before but she was fully hanging and swinging like a pendulum, like a bitch on a wire, and had to get onto her tip toes again.

       I went back to the ratchet and gave the handle five more arcs and she was pulled three inches from touching the floor. It didn't matter how much she tried to stretch herself longer, she could not make any further toe nail contact.

       I was executing the bitch and she didn't have long to live if I didn't act fast.

       As was ever the case, I had my ideas and remedies at the ready.

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       In front of her, I positioned a wooden platform, I'd fashioned many years earlier for just the next purpose. It was two feet square and eight inches high. I stood on it and gripped my arms around her middle to lift up on her. I held her tight with one arm and let my other hand work its way down to fiddle with her cunt.

       Her face was contorted, but she could breath again and tried to struggle me away from her inner labia lips. I'd already pinched the outers a few good vice grips. I hooked my index finger into her canal and pulled up, like hooked her up with almost all my strength. If truth be told, I was almost holding her up, her whole body weight, by my finger being jammed in her. That had to hurt. A cunt isn't designed to be stretched that far up. Maybe wide open during child birth, but not up to her belly button almost. I eased her down and jerked my hand back and along her until her clit began to fill up.

       'You like that? You fucking slut bitch. Even though I got you like this, I'm about to fuck you like this, you still like it? Huh? Bitch, huh?'

       She managed to rally some defiance.

       'Go to Hell. I hate you. I hate what you're doing to me and how you're doing it. I hate you so no I don't like it.'

       She forced her head back to give her some space to spit at me.

       She got me a goober to the side of my cheek at my mouth and I loved how it tasted. It was full of her bile and horror and would mix well with her cunt juices, or so I thought.

       'Mmmh good. Got some more? Come on, give me another dose. I'm gonna give you a dose in a minute, so come on give me another one first.'

       'Go to Hell. Get away from me. Go to Hell.'

       I pressed my slobbery face to her cheek and smeared her own spittle all over her mouth. I drew my head back, like to give her space to spit at me again but that wasn't it. I head butted her forehead hard and it dazed her. It even hurt my noggin too. It'd be migraine city if I didn't watch out for it.

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       I kissed her stunned look and really went to town jiggering off her swollen clit. I pumped and mashed at it like I was jerking off my own cock. The bitch just had to get harder and harder. She wouldn't help herself.

       I could have sworn she even gave a little moan, like one leading up to orgasm.

       'Fuck that. Fuck this. You're enjoying this way too much. Slut. Whore. Bitchy bitch. Fuck that. See how you enjoy this. Be back in a sec.'

       I let her hang again and right away she started to choke again. I just loved how the moment I decided, I could have her strangling and all she could do was jerk about and flail trying not to die. I fired off and was back in a blink with a pair of needled nosed pliers.  They had a five inch reach. I displayed them right in front of her bulging eyes which bulged out more as I made them clip clip clip like you would with scissors.

       'Clity, clity. Squishy clity.'

       She exploded with protests and tried to grab them out of my hand.

       'No. No. Not for you. For me sweets. For me to use on you.'

       I dropped to my knees and stared right up into her crease.

       Her labia were swelled from all my friction but I could see a hint of a bubble peeking out at the top of her slit. It was almost purple from all the abuse I'd flailed at it. I parted her lips and aimed the pliers for her. She felt the cold steel an each side of her erection and I've never heard a woman wail in protest with more sincerity.

       I drew the plier jaws along her and off her but didn't pinch nor crush it.

       Her eyes were so wide and thankful but they wouldn't stay that way for long.

       'Look. I can see, anyone could tell you don't like that idea. You don't want me to flatten, to crush your clit. Sort of a dumb idea, right? A dumb, obvious observation?'

       Her hands were gripping fiercely at the line that was hanging her and while she indicated I was right she also signaled me she was getting close to dying. That I was killing her right in front of my own eyes and in front of her own eyes and I didn't seen to care. I didn't even seem to be noticing. She really wanted me to save her life.

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       'Oh, something you want to tell me? Something you want to say?'

       She garbled and croaked out one tortured 'please' and I could see she was about to pass out.

       I hooked my arm through, up under her crotch and lifted her body weight off her throat.

       She clawed at the line and began getting enough air into her lungs to remain conscious.

       When she could finally express herself coherently, she lit into me.

       'You bastard. Stop killing me. Stop trying to kill me. You have no right. It's against God. It's against His will.'

       I hoisted her a bit higher by the crotch and held my one hand up in front of her face still gripping the pliers.

       'You know, you may be right. Maybe I have no right to kill you. I mean that does break one of God's commandments, doesn't it? Just like you said. But what about these? What does He say about these?'

       'You're worse than an evil monster and worse than degenerate. I can't find bad enough words to describe you. How could you think to do such a thing to a woman?'

       'Now you're talkin' babe. Fucking right on, doing the unthinkable, the unspeakable to a woman, to her vagina, now that's my specialty. So let's get on with it.' I gave her an amused look. 'Crushy, crushy, clity crunchy.'

       She'd regained enough air to hang again for a bit so I dropped her down. I got my face back into her bush and re-pried her open. I aimed and positioned the pliers. God was she going to splat it all out.

       She could tell that was it. I was going for the full burst and it was the last thing any woman, any gorgeous woman, wanted inflicted into her vagina.

       She was really at odds with her own woman hood.

       She had to save the deepest seat of it and sacrifice what was lesser.

       Better she had been born without genitals.

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       She managed to screech out.

       'No. God, no don't. No. If you have to crush something, something sexual, crush my nipples.'

       I stopped like I'd been stabbed.

       Like my sex brain had been seared.

       Had I heard her right?

       How could she be so glorious and such a perfect victim?

       A consenting participant?

       My cock went into high alert.

       I stood right up to face her.

       My surprise, even onto my incredulity, washed clean across my face.

       'No shit. Are you for real? Did I just hear you right?'

       She nodded her head as best she could since she was still strangling.

       'Hold on a minute. Let me slide this under your feet so we can still talk. And you face me. You keep on facing me.'

       I did just that and her breathing was returned to normal after a few agonizing minutes of her gasping and wheezing. She knew what she'd said in a moment of extreme duress and wished she could take it back, that she hadn't been so daring nor reckless. But she didn't want the pliers anywhere near her clit again so she had to delay, as long as possible, the enthusiastic interest I'd shown in her offer.

       I'd moved back to sit in my chair to study her new level of co-operation, caressing the pliers all the time. I even fed them to my own nipples to get a sense of what she was in for.

       Her composure was regained and she looked so fucking beautiful and vulnerable, standing there all hugged into herself but her fine tits not able to hide, in the least, from my hungry view.

       She was squirming, all trembling, just waiting for me to announce about her suggestion.

       Finally I deigned to advise her.

       'Geeze. Fuck. Shit. I have to say you surprised me. You might say, you really grabbed my attention and his too.' I squished my cock in my fist.

       'Fuck.  Holy fuck and shit. You're some woman. You're great. Just fucking special and great.'

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       She didn't feel like 'some woman.' She felt like a naked and beaten victim who'd just sold out one portion of her sexuality to save another. What was noble or commendable about that?

       I studied her, pretending to be wary.

       I relished the power and control and feasted my view on her nipples imagining how they'd look crushed.

       Of course, it didn't matter if she was serious, or not, if she was stalling, or not, or if she thought she could take it back in, like get the idea out of my head. I'd do whatever I wanted to her no matter how much she might think she was diverting me.

       'So that's something. Isn't it? Your nipples. Two of them? You'd give two of them up rather than have your cunt, your clit crushed?

       'I.. I'm.. I'm so scared. I didn't know what to say. I had to say something to stop you. So please, no don't, I don't want you to do either.'

       'Too good to be true. That's just what I figured. It was too nice to be real.'

       'You're sick. How can you enjoy hurting me like this? How can you enjoy tormenting me? I haven't done anything to you. Not to deserve this.'

       'You know that might have been true but now it isn't.'

       'What? No. How? Why? Why isn't it?'

       'You've lied to me. I thought I told you, but maybe if I didn't, that's the one thing I can't stand from a cunt bitch, that she lies to me. I fucking, fucking hate it with a vengeance and vengeance is what I'll want now. You stupid cunt liar bitch. Unless, unless you weren't lying to me.'

       I got up and strode right up to her.

       Without warning, I backhanded her across the cheek.

       'So which is it?'

       She was a smart and astute woman and fast to grasp a trap. Whatever she answered, a lie still remained in effect. If only she hadn't said "either" she might have been able to wriggle out of it. "I don't want you to do either."

       I let my hands drift down and pinched onto each of her nipples. I rolled them around between my thumbs and fingers. Pinched her and pulled out on her. They too began the erection spectacle.

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       Her face was defiant but she reined in on that too.

       It was no time to mouth off like she was prone to doing.

       'So you tell me now and you tell me straight. These, or that.'

       I leaned my knee into her crotch.

       I lightly kneed her, if there's any such thing as doing so to a woman's most delicate sexual target.

       I smoothed my hand down and griped her full labia lips and pushed my thumb onto her clit. I jiggied her.

       'This was what I wanted. I wanted it in the first place so I think I'll have it. You wanna lie to me? Fuck you. I'll do it and then I'll do your nipples too. Get what you deserve.'

       I waved the pliers at her again and stooped down.

       'God. No. God, don't. Please. Oh, please. Look. OK. Please do one of my nipples. Don't do both, but do one. But only one then.'

       Again she had my undivided attention.

       'This time you're serious. You're not just stalling. Not just delaying me. This is for real?'

       She sucked in a really deep breath and accompanied it with a burst of exploding tears.

       Her face twisted all up in potential agony.

       I patted her cheek and kissed her softly.

       Her tears tasted like power, the hold I had over her.

       'Come on now. It's not that bad now. You've made a good choice. A good honest effort and compromise. So stop crying. It'll hurt. Oh yeah, fuck will it hurt. But you'll live which I'm not sure you would if I squished your vagina like that.'

       I nuzzled in to her and kissed the nape of her neck. She trembled and wavered and sobbed trying to soften my intent.

       'Please. Look at me. Look at them. Why would you want to crush one? Why don't you just suck on it, them? You know, like suckle on them. Men love to do that. I know you would too, so why don't you?' She did that pregnant pause again and added. 'Instead.'

       That fucking word was going to do her in. Be the fucking end of her.

       I fired my fingers into her pussy and clenched at her clit. I squeezed hard down on it and pulled her way out. I dug my thumbnail into its base and her face exploded in supreme pain and  rage. It was like she'd flipped a switch, she'd turned on my torture tune and I was hopped up on the rhythm.

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       It was such an unexpected explosion of energy and focus, and what seemed like sheer hatred, she was afraid I'd just do it. I'd crush her love-nut flat and rip it free from her crease.

       I was having a mission attack and all I could see, in my mind, was her erection bubble burst all over my face dripping with clit blood.

       She knew she was a pinch away from exploding, from being exploded.

       'OK. OK. OK, both nipples. Crush both of my nipples. You bastard. I'll even do one myself, but get the fuck out of my cunt.'

       Then, if several aspects of that outcry for mercy and help didn't garner my attention anew.

       'Your cunt? What? I know this is your cunt to me, but I never thought it was that to you. What you don't like your vagina anymore? You no longer cherish it nor have respect for it?'

       'God. God, just leave me alone. Just stop hurting me there.'

       'Well, I suppose I could do that, consdering.'

       She'd already forgotten the other half of her plea.

       Her eyes went narrowed and the fear built just behind them.

       'Very well. Sure. Why not? Here.'

       I offered her the pliers.

       'I.. No.. Please. You can't. No, you can't expect me to..'

       'I never said I did. You offered. You fucking offered at the top of your lungs, like you literally shouted it, so here take them and do it.'

       She could see she was cornered and held out her hand reluctantly.

       I specifically placed them in her curled up fingers.

       Talk about entertainment, the promise of a command performance. I backed away and ensconced myself, as much as one could, on a hard wooden chair.

       I gulped and was giddy at the prospect at her having to follow through on her enormous promise.

       She held the pliers like they were her personal enemy.

       They hadn't done anything to her. At least not serious yet. It was just the promise of torture, self-inflicted pain that resided between their jaws, that's what she feared and loathed the most.

       She didn't like how they fit in her tiny hand either. It wasn't like she couldn't work them.

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       She couldn't even bring herself to raise them to her nipple level. She glared at them, studied them, as if she could will them to disappear and then glared to me and eventually begged with her eyes. She could see how pumped and rubbery I was. All sexually excited and anticipatory. It was like knowing I was going to cum for sure in a few moments because of an expert blow-job and  mouth-suck.

       I could see her concentration but couldn't tell what she was thinking. Was she contemplating cooperating or rebelling?

       I soon got my answer via the pliers hurtling my way and just missing my shoulder. I can't say I was surprised. I could see the rebellion and refusal building in her muscles, especially her facial ones.

       I lumbered up and got over to retrieve them.

       I made it seem like a chore which it wasn't.

       I had other plans, like a contingency, in the event she did what she did.

       I was eight feet away from her.

       I flung them at her full strength.

       Like I was throwing a fast-ball at ninety-eight mph.

       They smacked into her belly and skittered off to the side.

       Now the thing to remember about needle-nosed pliers is the needle-nosed part. They could stick right into her like a knife.

       They hurt her stomach but it was minor and incidental.

       I retrieved the pliers and took aim at her head.

       I bounced them of her skull at the side and she shrieked that I might kill her if I didn't stop.

       I launched them her way three more times, missing twice and once connecting to her upper thigh. Three more inches up and two more in and they would have smacked her vagina.

       But never had they hit points first.

       Something told me I had to get lucky.

       I backed away and carefully marshaled my aim. It was the bottom of the ninth with the bases loaded. The tension was palpable. I wound up and let fly and scored a direct tit hit, three inches off her nipple to the lower fatty part, like they call the fullness of her breast. The pliers sailed into her tips first and pierced three inched deep. They hung there down and she shrieked as she fingered them up. She didn't know if she should pull them out or let them be there.

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       I was positively ecstatic. I couldn't believe how erotic it looked. And I knew what she should do. She should leave them in because I could see such an unusual opportunity.

       'Don't touch them. You fucking leave them there.'

       I barked it and sounded more insistent than the situation merited, or so she sensed.

       She looked up at me questioning and dazed as I advanced to direct her.

       I put my hands to hers, the one that was holding them up and pried her grip away. She mewled and felt I was up to extra evil. You have to remember how pliers work, like scissors. Pull out on the handles and the jaws open except the jaws were buried the distance into her flesh.

       I took mean hold of the handles and ripped them open. Needless to say I ripped her tit open too. And it was a gapping, ugly, jagged wound of perfection and became more pain than she could handle. She passed out and right off was strangling by her throat.

       She left me no choice. I had to lower her down so all the tension was off her neck. I intended to kill her but many days and tortures later than that.

       I worked the ratchet handle smoothly and in no time she was laid out flat but with one exception. Talk about inadvertent cooperation or opportunity. As she slumped into position her ass ended up on the wooden platform that was in front of her, the standing one I'd been using to fuck with her,  and she was draped, fully face up with her hips in the air and her legs even a little bit spread. It was as if I'd told her to assume such an exposed, lovely position, but that wasn't the case. It's just how she ended up.

       Well, I don't think I need say much more.

       She was beautiful, and still.

       She looked almost peaceful and tranquil.

       And ever so utterly vulnerable.

       God, how could she be more vaginally exposed with her legs slightly parted and her labia lips pushed upwards?

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       Some situations simply present themselves as perfect opportunities.

       My cock's eye could see it and my real vision followed suit.

       I stood over her with my feet astride her knees.

       She didn't stir.

       The blood oozed down the side of her torn breast and pooled a tiny puddle on the floor. That was perfection too.

       I knelt down to sit on her knees.

       I pressure of my ass forced her body, her hips upwards even more.

       My sex brain was about to explode.

       It was like her vagina was coming to meet me.

       Was rising to the occasion.

       Calling out for my intrusion.

       I gingerly poked my single out-stretched index finger to her clit.

       I jiggy, jiggerd it and it flipped back and forth under my gentle but increasing pressure.

       Flicky. Flicky and flicky.

       She never stirred but she was filling up again.

       That fucking clit erection of hers would be the end of her at some point if she didn't learn to control it.

       I leaned in to look, for a closer inspection, and got my thumbs to each side of her crease.

       I massaged her and press-circled her labia lips.

       The bitch was lubricating too.

       So wasn't she just asking for it.

       Carefully, I suppose half so as not to wake her, I slid one index finger all the way up to her cervix. It was hard and spongy and I could feel its perforations, like it's little bumps and ridges.

       I finger fucked her slowly while my cock cried out for a piece of her action.

       My brain had other ideas.

       She'd never be more compliant nor accessible.

       The pliers were within arms reach.

       I selected them into my hand not knowing for sure if I'd really do it.

       I wanted to but I didn't want to. I was sexually, torturally conflicted. I even had to coin a new word to catch the meaning.

       I drew them down her chest to a nipple. The one on her punctured tit. I eased them onto the bud and squeezed moderately. I didn't crush the duct canals but I left an indented imprint and some milky, opaque liquid squirted out.

       I tongued it off her.

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       I studied her face.

       She had no idea the peril her nipple was in.

       I kissed it instead of crushing it and gave her a light nipple nip with my teeth.

       It was time to get serious. Seriously malevolent and evil and downright dastardly with my torture methods.

       I stroked the pliers into her crease.

       I pulled out on the handle to separate the jaws slightly and worked them back and along her pink.

       I could see her clit swelling more.

       I got my finger vibrating against her vigorously to ensure the maximum quantity, the maximum volume of blood rushed into her expanding sex balloon.

       I swear she engorged to the size of a big pea or a stunted grape.

       What was left to do?

       She had nothing to say.

       As I positioned the pliers jaws squarely centered on her erection, I pinched in on her lightly and she bulged out on each side of the jaws.

       I had to give myself a ten count. For ten blissful, super-concentrated seconds I had to know what was coming her way.

       Oh God. Oh God, how could you make a woman so perfect?

       Ten, nine..

       She doesn't deserve it, but Oh, God what a magnificent travesty still and then. What a defiance of your natural law.

       Eight, seven..

       Come on little nub. Come on to papa. Papa knows how to treat you.

       Six.

       Or how not to treat you.

       Five, four..

       Oh shit. Oh fuck, am I really going to do it? I don't have to do it. I mean she's not even awake.  She doesn't even know what to expect. She won't feel a thing.

       Three, two..

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       But when she awakens. Fuck almighty fucking God. When she knows and feels it and feels me fucking her. God. God. God, I just gotta do her. I have no choice. I have no choice, do I cock, oh magnificent, puny cock of mine?

       One..

       Crunch.

       Burst.

       Splat.

       Burst.

       Spray.

       Burst.

       De-womanized.

       I never seen a sweeter clit than then.

       The pliers' jaws were completely imbedded in her and I pulled out on them lightly. I twisted them side to side and the blood spurted more. I failed to release their grip.

       Some things, like the throw that allowed the pliers to pierce her tit, are perfectly timed. As I held her there, pliers to her crushed sex organ, she began to resume consciousness. I could see her face bunching up and her teeth start to show and in a moment she exploded and was thrashing and bucking wildly and screaming louder that I'd ever hear one woman scream before. I'd had three or four hollering at once, on occasion, but for a single victim she took the pinnacle and the crescendo cup.

       Her hips shattered up and down and I ripped out on her squished nub. It tore a portion of it away. So then she really started with the bleeding and the hollering even louder. I had to step back to watch her flopping around. It was completely mesmerizing to behold, like a miracle of torture. The burning bush had nothing on me. She continued crashing and arching and twisting and stretching before she curled all up tight into a little fetal ball, wailing and squawking.

       She couldn't see it but she knew by the pain and the blood, blood everywhere about her legs and crotch, something terrible had happened to the insides of her precious vagina.

       She began to yowl and yelp and became less than human. It was primeval pain, like from her gut and her soul, from the heart of her womanhood, the seat of her femininity. Somebody, someone, (she didn't know my real name) had tried to destroy her sexually and it seemed they had succeeded. How could God let it happen? Why didn't her God look out for her? At least protect her vagina?

       It had integrity. It had worth, but then it was rendered junk food for my diet of fantasies.

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       Her mind numbed and near broke and she didn't see me creep over to stand over her.

       My prick was straighter out than a lance and I suppose it never occurred to her that anyone, any man, any fucking deranged psychopathic torturing, murdering bastard would want to fuck her like that. To fuck her so soon after she lost the location and integrity of her g spot.

       Strike while the iron's still hot. Isn't that the saying? The epitome of wisdom and clarity?

       Opportunity's fleeting and grab while the grabbing's good.

       I just knew she'd fuck like no other woman I'd done before.

       I booted her in the ribs.

       She noticed but not a lot.

       I kicked her again and cracked a couple. It garnered more of her awareness and she twisted up to see my magnificent cock, all sturdy five inches of it, looming over her. She got the drift of my idea.

       'Nooo. Noooohh. Nooo. You can't. Noo. No. No.'

       Fuck did I grin an evil one at her.

       I grabbed my prick and slapped it to my belly.

       'Uh-uh. Oh, fuck is this ever gonna be sweet.' I cock gloated.

       'NOOOO.' It truly was a capital cry.

       She shrieked. She near broke her lungs.

       She certainly broke the human decibel barrier.

       I smiled.

       I was so completely ready to enter her.

       She tried to kick my feet away so I stamped on her ankle.

       She kicked more so I stamped harder.

       If I didn't crack it, I'd dislocated it.

       I moved to her side, up from her feet, and gave her the hoof to her lower spine. That was always a good one for immobilizing them and it worked almost as good with her.

       She rolled hard away from me and made a valiant effort to flee, to stand up and make like a run. The thing was her buggered ankle wouldn't support her weight so she tumbled onto her knees and half crawled, half dragged herself away from me.

       It put her ass in the air which was an easy target for my boots. I gave her several, boots to the ass crack, and caught the rear part of her labia. A genuine rear-ender that was no accident. My big toe even entered her lips.

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       She sensed I was starting to aim for her crease, maybe even to boot her split clit from behind so she curled up in a ball, but on her back with her feet to me. As I got nearer she lashed out with her toes and tried to hoof my balls. It was a pretty pathetic effort and not at all effective but it looked sweet and garnered her a chuckle from my reserve of them.

       She'd kick and I'd punch at her feet. It was a funny form, like an odd kind of boxing and I suppose gave new meaning to the sport of 'kick boxing'.

       One particularly hard shot she tried to give me, I drove my hammer fist into her big toe. Everyone present, like all two of us heard it crack and break. Now a broken big toe is no laughing matter. Just ask the man who has one. Or who has had one. Better still ask the woman with a shattered cunt who just got one.

       She could well see she was losing and fighting any more was not a wise option. She had to desist her resist  and try to plead or beg with me. She curled up and rocked herself into a tighter and tighter little ball. I never seen such a thing from a forty year old woman before. She began to suck her thumb. It must have been something she did as an infant and even into early child-hood and she was reverting. It was then I knew I'd busted her will. She wasn't a fighter anymore. She was a goner and we both knew it.

       I crouched down over her from the back and laid my hand gently on her shoulder. I carefully slid my other hand in to cup her breast, it was the uninjured one, and I drew it out to the side to kiss her nipple.

       'So look. You listen. I suppose you know I'm serious now. I think you know that. So I am going to fuck you now. I'm going to rape you and I'm going to make it hard and mean but you don't, you don't pass out or I crush these, both of these, off you too. And you can only imagine how much more that will hurt too. There's thousands of nerve endings in your nipples and they'll all be crushed and screaming out in agony, so you really don't want me doing that. Do you?'

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       Through her fog she managed to comprehend my drift.

       I pulled her head up and put my lips to her mouth.

       I whispered to her.

       'Straighten out. I want you flat on your back.'

       I helped her get into position.

       Her limbs resisted but not enough to succeed.

       First one arm up, at a forty five degree angle to her body. She wanted to move it back in to her body but the first punch to her breast plate showed her the error of her ideas.

       Her second arm assumed the same position.

       I spread her legs and was quite concerned at the amount of blood still working its way out of her crease. I didn't want her to bleed out through her cunt so I'd have to take remedial measures. Measures she wasn't going to enjoy at all.

       I got my propane blow torch with the plumber's copper soldering tip and brought it in for her to see. I had my safety matches too. They wouldn't provide much of it for her.

       Her eyes widened and the terror screamed out of them.

       'No. No. What's that for? No. You can't.'

       Seems she knew what the torch was for, what its real purpose was. She'd seen her hubby fix the kitchen sink plumbing with the same kind of torch. She knew it got hot. Terribly hot. Enough to melt solder.

       'You're bleeding too much. I don't want you escaping me like that. Bleeding to death out your cunt. We can't have that, can we?'

       'God, no. No. What are you going to do? What do you think you're going to do?'

       I lit the torch to let it get red hot.

       'In a word, cauterize. I'm going to cauterize your wound.'

       Her eyes bugged wide and she mewled incredulously.

       'With that? You think you're going to burn me, with that?'

       'Lots of blood needs lots of heat.'

       'You bastard. You maniac, you can't be serious. I won't let you. I can't let you. Oh God. God, oh God. help me. Make it go away.'

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       I kept toying with her for five minutes and then figured the tip was hotter than enough.

       The moment I picked up the torch she began with the flailing again. I could see some things were pointless.

       'OK. I suppose you're right. I can't really expect you to hold still for that. For this. It'll fucking hurt too much too.'

       She tried to understand my point which seemed a contradiction to what I said I was up for doing.

       'So I'd better knock you out. That way I can get it right. Get it right into the right location and you won't be kicking and screaming and trying to prevent me.'

       She didn't want that either.

       She didn't like the idea of me slugging her unconscious and liked the idea of how she'd feel when she came to even less.

       I set the torch down and headed for her head.

       She turned to offset me so I booted at her crotch.

       She had to protect that area more than her face and it didn't take much jockeying to grab a full fist of her hair. I pulled her head way up and laced her into the jaw. It wasn't glass. She was stronger than I'd expected and I had to belt her again. The second shot sent her out cold. I eased her head down and kissed her punched mouth. It was bloody and I may have loosened a tooth.

       I kissed her nipples and repositioned her legs spread wide. Her clit was still oozing. I made off and got the wooden platform and maneuvered it under her hips. It elevated her vagina right into my face.

       Her clit was clear and defined even though smeared in rupture blood. I fingered her to figure out the best, the most effective place to burn her. But I didn't want to roast the little fucker crisp. I wanted her to maintain having a clit and if I applied as much heat as was stored in the copper tip there was little doubt the whole thing would shrivel up and die or at least disappear.

       It was still my favorite part of a beautiful, sexual woman.

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       I had in my goody bag of torture instruments, one of the little electric electronic soldering irons, the kind for repairing circuit boards. It had a fine flat tip like a small screw driver.

       It seemed her seepage was diminishing and I just might be able to cauterize her without crisping all the surrounding clit. That way she'd still have spongy meat with lots of functioning blood vessels for me to abuse and I really wanted to see it she could still engorge. If she'd fill up on both sides of the crush.

       It reminded me of that spectacular line in the movie, 'Death and the Maiden' (1994) staring Ben Kingsley as the SS officer who had blindfolded and tortured, sexually tortured and raped Sigourney Weaver and how he recounted to her, after he finally confessed to his activities, how it thrilled him to electric shock her vagina and then to see if she could still have an orgasm. He'd fry her and fuck her. How enticing. A man after my own heart. And what a perfectly splendid line and scenario from the imaginations in the film industry.

       That was my wont too. Too see if she could still fill up her clit sack even though it was split.

       I got the little iron plugged in and waited fifteen minutes for it to really heat up. I wanted extreme heat with pinpoint accuracy.

       And even if I do laud my own praises, it worked like a charm. I had to sponge her clean with warm water and when I could see where the blood was coming from I sizzled the smallest line along the main part of where she was split open and it sealed her up like a zipper being closed. There were two other similar splits and they closed off just as effectively. God was I good. A heat seeking surgeon with a dead eye dick aim.

       I exhaled a sigh of relief at how well my plans were going.

It was all my way and nothing was going to keep my dick out of her. I patted her face to get her revived. She wasn't up for it so I had to get the smelling salts. The ammonium worked fantastic. She sprang to consciousness and got right into the wailing.

       She flipped her head up trying to see how her vagina was sealed. She could feel the tightness, like she was a virgin again.

       Re-virgining, now there was a new stock and trade.

       I know it had some relevance in the Muslim world where girls had had sex or had been raped and they didn't want any of the male authority figures in their lives to know it. Re-hymening or some such shit as that.

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       'God. God. What have you done to me now? God how could you be so vicious?'

       'No, not at all. I didn't use the big one. The one that would have fried everything to a charcoal crisp. I used this here little one, see, like a surgeon's instrument. I could direct it and point it and I only got you sealed up again right along the splits. The places where your clit split apart.'

       What sweeter words were there in the English language than those?

       'You monster. You maniac. It was only that way because you did it. I didn't.. No.. It's you who injured me.'

       'Guilty. Guilty. And guilty. So now that you're all fixed up. You ready to go? I mean I've been a long time getting to fuck you. To rape you. Too many distractions and diversions. But now I think would be a perfect time.'

       I could see her squeeze her legs together at the tops.

       'No. You can't be serious. It hurts too much. I'm in too much pain. You can't want to do that now. Not to me.'

       'Not to you? To who then? I suppose than should be to whom? Proper grammar and all, you know.'

       'As if I give a fuck about your grammar. Go to Hell.'

       'Yeah, but as I was pontificating, not to you? To whom then? I don't see any cunt here but you. No other vagina to invade.'

       'Please. Please, don't. I can't stand it right now.'

       'And you just don't get it. Do you? It's always the same with you great looking women. You cunts with the great faces and better bodies. That's the whole purpose and focus of why you're here and what I've done to you. You're not supposed to be able to stand it and just when you figure it'll break your body to have it done that's my opportune time, my optimum time and I'd say, oh yeah, I'd say that time is right here now. As they say, the here and now.'

       'How can you be so evil? How can you be so perverse?'

       'It's my nature, sweets, and not my second one.'

       'You're just crazy and I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.'

       She could be repetative.

       'So then, lets give you some more reasons too. It's fucky, fucky time. Get yourself into position.'

       I strode over to her side to tower over her.

       She looked up meeker and approaching resigned.

       I pushed my foot to her hip to coax her flat onto her back.

       I was lord and master of all I surveyed.

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       'Now I told you the deal. Remember? I already told you the deal.'

       She shook her head slightly trying to indicate she didn't remember.

       'Very well then. I know you know, but I'll reiterate. How do you like that five dollar word? I'll tell you again.'

       Her chin quivered and she wanted to spit some invective back out at me. She held it in for a better shot.

       'Like I already said, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you as hard and as mean as I can and you don't pass out. You can scream and squirm, ha-ha, all you want and more than you don't want, the most the better, but if you pass out, you'll wake up with both your nipples crushed flatter than your clit. And you know how much that hurts. Right? And I told you about the thousands of nerve endings in your nipples and every one of them will be screaming out at you if you let them down. If you betray them and don't keep awake for the go, while you're being done.'

       'I.. I.. No. How can you? How can you want to?'

       'Bitch. Cunt. Bitch. How can I not want to? It's every perverts dream. Every mutilating, murdering rapists wet dream.'

       'Murdering? Murdering? You're going to kill me? No. Why? It's not fair. You have to give me a chance.'

       'Sure I do. Just like all the others.'

       I didn't mean to let that cat out of the sack so soon. It helped if they didn't know they were destined to die. It left their (false) hope in tact and made for a better victim. But what was done couldn't be undone so I went on to give her all the bad news.

       'Others? Why? No. You've had others here? No. How many? No. What? Where are they? Where are they now?'

       'Where you'll be going fast, like shortly, if you don't shut up. Let's get on with the screwing.'

       The realization that I may have, that I probably had, more like in all likelihood, had murdered other women before her, capped her resistance. She did not want to die and certainly not that way. Alone and isolated and abused, tortured to death and no one to lament over her. No one to find where she was. Talk about destitution. An unmarked grave with a pile of her bones. She knew things were getting gut-ugly-serious.

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       She did not want to become one of those women who mysteriously disappeared and their skeletons were found many months, even years later. And the thing was with that, with all the flesh off the bones there was no testament to the tortures and rapes the flesh had endured. She'd never seen herself as a potential murder victim and wasn't about to embrace it then. But she'd have to co-operate until she got the moment when she could arise and rise up to over power and defeat me.

       'You do understand now. Don't you? I think I can see that you do.'

       She indicated her awareness and spread her legs as an invitation for me to get it over with.

       I knelt down beside her face to stroke her head.

       I brushed my lips past hers.

       She smelled just like a rape victim-to-be should.

       I let my hand drift to her nipple and erected it.

       'You do want to keep this. Don't you? I mean look how responsive and sensitive it is. A perfect nipple. A perfectly good nipple. I think we both think it should stay that way. That it deserves to.'

       'Just do what you have to do and get it over with. Stop toying with me and just rape me. Fuck me and rape me and get it over with.'

       'I think I can manage that. So good of you to ask. Request heard. Request about to be granted. Oh, but I do need your hips in the air. Elevated. I like it better that way.'

       I shuffled the wooden platform to the side of her ass.

       'Lifty, lifty. Get you ass in the air. Up off the floor.'

       She knew, she just knew, having her pubic bone elevated like that, her tail bone pressed hard to a hard surface was going to exacerbate the already impossible pain she expected to feel as my shaft ground past her split and cauterized clit. It really would lessen her chances of not passing out. She wanted all impossible odds in her favor.

       'Grant me one wish. Please. Please. No. Don't elevate my hips.'

       'What's the matter, you afraid it'll hurt more? Hurt too much for you to stand?'

       I pinched my nipples as I towered over her relishing the thought contained in those words.

       God it felt good to hurt myself hard.

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       Surely she got it by then. I wanted to hurt more than she could stand. Over and over and inner and in-her again.

       The thoughts were making me almost cum without doing anything more. I don't know if it's possible to have a spontaneous orgasm, like spontaneous combustion, but I was as near to it as I'd ever felt.

       I was sure some giddy juice was going to squirt out.

       'Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. I fuck you with the board under your ass or fuck you hanging, tied by your neck and hanging.'

       'Like you were before? How you kept on letting me choke and strangle?' She elaborated.

       'You got it, Pontiac.'

       'No. No, I don't want that. I don't want that anymore.'

       'Afraid I just might leave you there a little too long? Afraid of the noose, are you?'

       'I'm afraid of everything about you. I can see, anyone could see, you don't play by any rules, not by anybody's rules except your own. You don't seem to think society's conventions, that morality and decency, basic human decency, apply to you, to how you behave and from what you've said how you treat women and how you're treating me, so, of course, I'm afraid of you. Only a fool wouldn't be.'

       'Well yeah, maybe, but I can tell you something. Ugly women, even average ones have nothing to fear from me so I can't be all bad. Right?'

       'You're evil and degenerate and life's worst kind of loser, worst kind of sin.'

       'Well I still think you got it wrong. It's only beautiful women, the lookers, the slim ones with great bodies, great tits and ass, they're the only ones who have to watch out for me. But don't you see that's the beauty of the rub. They don't know it until it's too late, the same as for you. Now you do know it, but it's too late and you were so easy to fucking stalk and trick. I mean do I really look like a cop? Like a detective and did you really believe your husband was in a car wreck?'

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       'Yes. Yes. No. Yes. Why wouldn't I? You sounded so urgent and genuine, so concerned that I should be upset. You had the car and the license plate, so why wouldn't I have?'

       'A pretty good actor am I? Any Oscars for me?'

       'You tricked me because I believed in human nature. I always believed that people were inherently good and decent and not out to harm others. I never, I've never ever crossed paths with the likes of you before.'

       'Well indeed. So, I'll take that as a complement to my originality and ingenuity. A different drummer. That's what I am, right? I march to my own beat.'

       'I don't know why you're like you are but I do know this, it's a waste of a human life and you should not be proud. You have nothing to crow about.'

       'Caw. Caw. Caw. Fuck you. I don't? I got you and I'm gonna have you. I'm gonna have your cunt one way or the other, so I think I should be able to crow about that. Caw. Caw. Fucking caw you.'

       'You're childish. You're stunted and you talk immature.'

       'Sure whatever. Say what you want, so which is it going to be, the board or the line? The hips or the neck?'

       'Please. Please, listen please. Surely after all you've put me through, surely you can show me some mercy and neither. Don't do it either way and please, really, don't do it at all. Not now.'

       'What?' I exclaimed as if I was incredulous. 'What, and not rape you, not fuck you at all?'

       She nodded hopefully.

       I really lit into her for being so silly and stupid. 

       'What? What on earth makes you think that a woman who looks like you with a cunt like you have, had, no have, I like it better now than before, all crushed and burnt, anyhow, and with tits like you have, I mean you still have your nipples; what makes you think I'm not going to get to them, fuck with your nipples big time, or maybe that should be small time, ha-ha, so you really believe looking like you do that you don't deserve to be raped?'

       Whew, that was one of the longest, ripest sentences I'd ever uttered or pronounced.

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       'Of course I don't deserve it. No woman does.'

       'And I can see we have a big divergence of opinion on that score. I mean, as far as I can see it, every woman that looks like you, I don't mean identical, I mean beautiful and self-assured and who flaunts her sexuality, a looker and a teaser, every woman with a body like yours deserves to be raped but I'm just one guy. Just one little piggy chauvinist and I've only gotten to twenty so far. So many eligible cunts and not enough dicky, ha-ha.'

       'What? No, no way. You're telling me you've raped twenty women?'

       I nodded with pride and smugness.

       'Notches on my dick, every last one of them.'

       'No. No, it can't be. That's impossible.'

       'What, you think my little dicky dick isn't up to it?'

       'No. That's not it. No. It's just that I would have heard about it. It would have made the news. So many.'

       'Some of them did.'

       'Uh? What? When? Who?'

       'Well there's one I know you heard about. Everybody did.'

       'No. What? Who? Which one?'

       'So not technically, one, two.'

       'What are you talking about? Stop trying to confuse me.'

       'Doesn't take much, does it?'

       'What?'

       'To confuse you?'

       'I don't know when you're lying or when you're not. I don't know when, or if you're just trying to scare me or if you're being truthful so I suppose you're right, if that gives you satisfaction to think it, it doesn't take much to confuse me. And I'm scared so it's hard for me to think.'

       'So let me help you then. Let me provide some clarity.'

       'That would be welcomed. A welcome change.' She shot back with a bit of her old arrogance returned, if it'd really ever really been away.

       'Don't be so sure. Remember the high school teacher, outside of Toronto, oh about two years ago, she never got home from school? It was in all the papers.'

       Her mind searched back and found the time.

       'Yes, I think I do. Everyone did at the time there was so much publicity and public involvement, searches and all, if I remember.'

       'Yeah, you got the one. I even helped in the search.'

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       'You? You searched for her?

       'Well sort of, but not really.'

       'What's that supposed to mean?'

       'Well figure it out. I already knew where she was so why would I have to search?'

       I could see her freezing inside. She gulped and didn't want to get into the next parts of the story, the details she knew about and remembered.

       'You? You took her. What? But, no. She had her daughter with her. Her girl wasn't very old. She wasn't in high school yet. She was just there to visit. You took them both?'

       I didn't indicate for sure one way or the other.

       She was getting really fearful and disgusted with me.

       'But. But, no but. That was two years ago and they've never been heard from again. What? Oh, God no. You didn't kill them, did you? You didn't murder that fine woman and her sweet daughter? Oh God no, how could you?'

       I gave her a grin like prick-pride was all mine.

       'I gotta tell you a bit more. Three mother and daughter combos. That's my count so far. And I have to say they're the best. The absolute best.'

       Her mind truly blanched and she seized inside.

       Her heart was contracting into a knot and her lungs squeezing in on themselves. She thought her spine was going to fracture and, of course, her mind explode into shards of impossible, sharp pain-filled thoughts.

       At that same moment she was thinking of hers, of her own girl, just entering into puberty and at that moment the plot thickened from molasses to muddy, sticky, ghastly blood-red clay.

       'You got a kid? I mean a girl kid?'

       She thought she was hiding her concern but she was so froze inside she might as well have broadcast it in high definition at full volume but she had to lie. She had to recover and try to pull a cover-up.

       It was as if I could read her face, her body language and her over-taxed brain. Her fears were blatant.

       'I want you to do something. Do it for me and for yourself. You need to think before you think to answer with an untruth. You tell me a lie and here's the deal. I find out you have a young cunt that came from your cunt, and you said you don't, I swear, I fucking swear I'll locate her. I'll kidnap her and bring her here to join you and then we'll let the real fun and games begin, like a sexual marathon olympics of abuse and pain. Think you wanna watch that happening to her, right in front of your eyes?'

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       Something forced her to lie. She didn't think I had any sure way to find out. She was so freaked and overwhelmed she wasn't thinking effectively at all.

       'No.'

       'What?'

       'No, I don't have a girl. I have a son.'

       'Good for you. How old is he?'

       'He's a teenager.'

       I could smell the kid, the girl that had come from inside her. A sixth sense, innate ability, I suppose you might say. All I knew for sure was she was lying for sure.

       'Hmm. Too bad. I'm not into boys at all. Some perverts are, even both, but not me. I want them with slits and tits. So, hmm, a girl, a daughter, wouldn't that have been a hoot? Like some really serious doubled-up shit we could get into then, right?'

       Her face stayed blank and she indicated no reply.

       'You're sure there isn't a little cunt running around that has the same kind of cunt as you? A chip off the old crotch, out of the old hips, so I'd say? You're sure?'

       She tried to nod decisively but was torn as to whether or not she should stop the lie or propagate it.

       She sensed her daughter's fate was in her hands, that it hung in the balance at that moment but she wasn't sure now that I was sniffing around the subject that whatever she said would make any difference anyhow. It still propelled her to lie even though I'd threatened the dire consequences.

       'I told you and I'm telling you again, I only have a son. I wanted a girl too, but my boy was eleven pounds, almost twelve, at birth and after him I couldn't have any more kids. He was my first and last.'

       'Geeze, that's too bad. The wrong way around, I suppose. You should have had the girl first and probably you'd've been able to have the boy next.'

       'I've thought of that, but I have no regrets. It's just what life intended.'

       'Like a still-born freak, uh? Some women are just meant to have those?'

       She could not believe my insensitivity on such a delicate feminine matter.

       'You're disgusting. No that's not right, there is no amount of disgust to encompass you.'

       'And I'll thank you very much for the compliment.'

       'You're impossible.'

       'Impossibly disgusting?'

       'Go to hell. Just go there and stay there.'

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       'No can do. But, hmm. Well. You certainly sound convincing. You know, I'm almost tempted to believe you. OK. That's fine. I suppose I'll have to take you at your words. I mean life isn't perfect. There's nothing that says it has to be perfect, no matter how much you pray, nor no matter how good and compliant you are, so I am tempted to believe you.' I paused as if I was pondering. 'Almost but not quite.'

       'It's true. What I said is true. You have to believe me.'

       'No, but you know what I think I should do just to cooberate what you say..?'

       (There may be no such word as cooberate, but I'm sure I've heard it on TV so isn't that the defining authority?)

       'No. No, you have to believe me.'

       Her lie resounded in her voice.

       'No, I don't have to do anything. So what I think I'll do, I think I'll start by checking out your purse and your wallet. Let's see what you've got stashed in there. That good for you?'

       She was a woman who liked fashion, who liked to 'dress' as in always dress up and was never sloppy nor slovenly. She wasn't a fashionista, a word I detested but she always cared how she looked and even to go to the corner store always put herself together. She would say, as she did to her kid, you never know who you're going to encounter. She had an addiction to hand bags and shoes, mainly high heeled pumps and most of them ankle-straps. Having so many purses, she wasn't sure what she had in the purse that was with her when I'd kidnapped her. She had several wallets too and knew family pictures were in some but not all. She kept her main ID, drivers license and birth certificate cards in a separate little leather folder she always had along with her no matter which purse or wallet.

       For the life of her she didn't know if any evidence of her kid was there for me to find. So for the life of her she didn't know if she should fess-up or stay mute and in lie mode.

       She went for the closed mouth approach.

       I retrieved her purse. It was a Gucci knock-off but was such a good reproduction, made in China, of course, you'd never know it from the real thing. It was multi-colored panels of fine leather.

       I dumped all its contents on the floor in front of her and went right for her wallet.

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       I also spied her little ID folder.

       'Hmm. Sandy McKenna. Sandra. Good Scottish name, but then that's the name of your husband, isn't it?'

       She wouldn't say, she was so petrified something was in there about her kid.

       'No? Uh? You a good Scottish lass too? Uh?'

       Still no answer.

       'Hmm. Let's see here. 1405 Winchester Court. Isn't that a nice name, an ironic one. You live on a street named after a gun, a rifle, and I snatched you at gunpoint. Life does have its coincidences, doesn't it?'

       Her lips were trembling and she felt she needed to confess.

       I had her birth certificate plastic card.

       'Let's see. Born zero six, one seven, nineteen seventy one. Thirty seven, I thought you were forty, but still you look fantastic for thirty seven, but then you look great for any age.'

       She wasn't up for my compliments.

       I rooted through her wallet but turned my back to her.

There was all kinds of personal stuff in it but nary a one family photo.

       I went for the bluff. If she could lie, so could I.

       I shuffled the stuff and began to squawk.

       'Shit. God damned it, Sandy. What did you think you were doing? What have I found here?  Shit, what were you thinking?'

       I held up what appeared to be a photo but only the back of it.

       It spooked her into coming clean.

       'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I had to try.'

       'Try what?'

       'To protect my girl. It's what any mother would do. You have to understand that?'

       'What girl?'

       'The.. Oh, the one.. The picture.'

       'You mean this?'

       I turned to reveal it to her.

       'It looks like an old shopping list to me.'

       She knew she'd been scuppered. Tricked and bluffed and she hated herself for it and me even more for deceiving her.

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       'You, you evil bastard. You thoughtless, evil bastard.'

       I stood up to confront her lying face.

       I took the list, the paper she'd thought was the picture, and pressed it to her lips.

       'I think it took a lot of thought to trick you. Some real cunning, not cunninglus*, mind you, but cunning to wave it about like it mattered. I think.. Fucking eat it and swallow it.'

       (* See an addendum at end of story.)

       She believed I was furious when I was ecstatic.

       There was a girl. Her girl and now she was in play even though I didn't have her - yet.

       She wouldn't open her mouth and was fiercely angry that she'd given away what wasn't necessary so I popped it into my mouth and chewed enthusiastically on it.

       When it was good and mushy I extracted it from my mouth and offered it to her again.

       She was even less partial to eating the soggy wad of paper than before, all saturated with my spittle and bile.

       'Come on. Treat time. Eat it. Chew on it too and fucking swallow it or you'll be more than sorry again.'

       I slid it between her reluctant teeth and she did as I'd ordered. Her face scrunched up at the disgusting thought of what was involved but it could have been worse for her.

       'Stop making those disgusted, disgusting faces. I could have pissed on it, you know, or even shit on it, so what do you think of that?'

       She was afraid I might ask for it back to do those very things so she accelerated her chewing and swallowed it in one big piggy-like gulp.

       'Good. Good for you. So that wasn't so hard was it? So tell me. Tell me about her.'

       I cupped her tit and worked around her nipple with my thumb.

       'She like this? She have the same tits you have?'

       She wouldn't reveal anything.

       'Come on. Don't be scared to tell me. Don't be ashamed. Or maybe she doesn't have any tits at all yet. Uh? Too young still? Uh? Maybe just sweet little nipples like this, getting hard like this?'

       I dug my thumb nail meanly into the side of her nipple and ripped out on it.

       'Fucking fantastic. God you torture nice. She be even better?'

       The thing being, how could she possibly know that? She'd never even thought about her daughter being sexually tortured, nor I suppose any other way. But then again, for me, there was no other way that mattered about torture than the sex kind. It would be impossible for me to kill a woman without killing her femininity first and that went double for the girl too.

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       She yelped.

       'Stop it. Stop it . Stop hurting me more.'

       'Then you tell me about her. You fucking describe her to me or it's her I'll be hurting. You got that? And a lot worse than this.'

       I gave her an extra mean nipple dig and then went back to caressing and cupping her tit and just bud fucking with her.

       'I don't know what to say. No. I don't want to.'

       'Most important bitch, how old is she? How fucking old?'

       Her face twisted all up, contorted. The thought of me focusing on her kid, on her only precious daughter, was ripping her up inside. She didn't want my suspicious mind anywhere near budding sexuality.

       She couldn't bring herself to say.

       'That young, uh?  Shit. Fuck. Will my cock fit in her?'

       I waved it high for her to re-judge.

       'You bastard. You sick, sicko bastard. Me. Here. I'm here, so just focus on me.'

       'So that's the rub. I would have if you hadn't lied to me. If you hadn't tried to be deceitful, but now someone has to pay, someone extra that is, besides you, so onto her it is.'

       I was getting giddy at the prospects. I mean it meant I had to plan and plot and go out to execute another, extraordinary kidnapping and that was often when I was at my most dangerous and the alivest.

       'I'm..I'm sorry. No, I shouldn't have. I realize I shouldn't have. But she's innocent. She's just a baby, my baby so she has no part in this. In what you're doing to me. She doesn't deserve to be included.'

       'Exclusion? That's what you're endorsing? An exclusionary policy? That she should be excluded.'

       'Stop trying to sound intelligent. Stop being, stop being a pedant, pedantic.'

       'Uh? What? A pendant? Something that hangs around your neck? Uh? No, I don't get the connection.'

       'No stupid. You're stupid. Not pendant. Pedant, a pedant. One who makes a show of knowledge he doesn't have. One who tries to appear smart. One who unduly emphasizes minutiae in the presentation or use of knowledge.'

       'Don't you sound like a fucking dictionary?'

       She appeared smug.

       I liked that, it meant she still had fight and attitude left in her.

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       'What the fuck? Speak English.'

       'I am. You're just too stupid..'

       I drove my fist into her bread basket.

       Her face exploded and her cheeks puffed out like ripe little balloons.

       'Too stupid. Too stupid for what? Too stupid to go and get her. To go and kidnap her and bring her here and rape the fuck out of her right in front of you. To rape the fuck out of her ass too. Uh? Too stupid for that?' I added as an after thought. 'Or to torture her nipples, maybe even take them off her.'

       I locked my fingers onto her labia and pulled her out several inches.

       'Too stupid to rip her cunt off like this?'

       I pulled and ripped at her.

       'So you tell me. You tell me now. You fucking describe her to me or I swear I'll do her worse than I'll ever do you.'

       I got back up to her face to intimidate her and kiss her lips.

       I whispered in her ear.

       'You be truthful now. No more fucking lies. You do and her cervix comes out. I swear, I'll crush it and rip it out.'

       She got my whispered message and decided it was time to come clean.

       'She's my baby. No. Yes. She looks like me. So much like me and people see it right away. They say how nice, how sweet we look together.'

       'So how fucking old is she.'

       'She's.. She's.. Puberty. She's just into puberty.'

       'Oh fuck. Oh shit. No shit? Her hymen. It's still there. Oh fuck. I get to cherry pick? I get to cherry rip her hymen?'

       'Stop. Stop. Stop talking about her like that. She's my precious.'

       'And mamma mia, fuck, mamma, she's going to be my precious too. You just fucking know that. Don't you?'

       'No. No I don't. No. I'll do anything. Anything you want or ask. Just leave her out of it. Leave her out of this. I'll satisfy you any way you want if you do.'

       'You know. I think you mean it. I really do. But you gotta think about this. I mean you think you will but guess what? Just think. Think. Picture this. I got her here. I got her tied with her legs apart. I'm gonna go for her cervix. Uh? I'm gonna extract it. Uh? Just think then how much more you're likely to co-operate, to try to please me then than if I didn't have her.'

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       'My God, no. No. How can you say such horrid things? How can you think them?'

       'I already told you, the mother daughter combos are the best. The most superlative. So tell me. I want you to describe her cunt to me. I want you to give a precise, detailed description. Leave nothing to my imagination.'

       'You're sick. You're demented. You're downright crazy if you think I'm going to do that. To play to your sick fantasies and perversions.'

       'I'm going to give you one chance and it's now. One strike at the ball. You do. You do it and you make it right or I swear, when I get her, when I bring her here, I'll de-labia her. I'll cut her fucking little labia lips off and make you wear them as earrings and then fucking fry them so you can eat them. No, that's not quite right, we'll share her. You get to munch on one and I get the other. How's that sound to you?'

       Her brain was freezing up. The horrors I was pressing into her mind were beyond endurable. She had to force herself to focus to find the right words.

       'She's a girl. She's just a girl. She's. She's still developing. Oh, please, don't make me.'

       'Word for word. Word for accurate word. What's her cunt look like?'

       'She's.. Oh, God help me. Oh, God please.'

       'Fuck God. He made her so He knows what she looks like. Right? So you tell me what He already knows.'

       'She's. She's delicate. She's tidy and small. Oh, God no.'

       I gave an orgasmic groan and cupped my package.

       'She's. She's blonde, blond like me.'

       'You mean, she has pubic hair?'

       'Oh God. Yes a tiny bit and she's blond and she's silky.'

       I groaned like I was going to shoot a spurt into her eye.

       'Just up the sides, like along her lips or across the top too?'

       You might say I was getting plenty pussy personal.

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       'All. Both. But just starting.'

       'Her labia? How long are her labia?'

       She flashed me a tortured look.

       'I. No. I don't know. Why would I know that?'

       'Come on. Give me a guess. An educated one, right? As they say.'

       'I don't know. I.. What? Maybe. Only two inches. Maybe. A couple of inches. I don't know. Oh God please, please stop.'

       'Two inches. Fuck. Four inches of labia lips then. You think my mouth would fit on her then, like to give her a nice little labia lip kiss? You think I could chew on her?'

       I puckered up and made some lip smacking kissy kissy sounds. And then ground my teeth like a carnivore.

       'Stop it. For God's sake just stop it. I've never heard of anything so filthy or perverted. So vile and unconscionable. Just stop it and start being a human being, for just one second. Please. Please.'

       I wanted to disgust her more.

       'Munchy, munchy. Cunty, cunty.'

       Her look appeared almost defeated. She could see the immense pleasure I was deriving from making her live through the dialogue about doing it all.

       'So now we get serious. No fucking fudging. No fucking ducking. Her clit? Her fucking little clit and inner labia lips, her minora lips. Are they innies or outies? You know like a belly button, an innie or an outie? Does she have a tidy cunt or is some of her shit hanging out, hanging out the same way your is?'

       She glared through me with pure, concentrated, unrefined hatred. She was appalled I could stoop so low and show such disrespect for the female anatomy and especially for her precious kid's.

       She twisted her face into contortions and couldn't bring herself to comment. It was to delicate a subject matter for her and far too personal.

       I placed my hand to the side of her face and pulled her ear to my mouth. I spoke softly and kindly to her. I knew she was hurting.

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       'Now come on. You tell me. Tell me this and one more question and we're done. I promise. No more disgusting questions then.'

       'She. She.. She. God. A little of her insides show out. A little of her's out.'

       I just about passed out imagining how that would torture and how it would be to see for the first time. The unveiling, so to say in front of her mother's horror filled eyes.

       'So good for you. You're a trooper, I must say.'

       'Go to hell. You have no right to put any woman, any mother through what you're doing. So go to Hell, you sick, perverted, monstrous maniac.'

       'No I don't. Do I? That's what makes it so sweet. That's what makes it so delicious. I have no fucking right. And yet. And yet here we are and here I am and away we go. One more question, actually a two parter and we're done. So what do you think of that? Had enough already? Uh?'

       I smacked her face. Cheek to cheek and again.

       I biffed her chin.

       'So this is it, and we're done. How deep is she? How far do you think I could get my cock into her?'

       Again she twisted her face all up into a scrunched mask of denial and angst.

       'Come on? How deep?'

       She began to shake her head. It was mechanical and disjointed like she was lapsed out of the present. It was one question too many. One too personal an enquiry she simply could not address.

       'Uh? I don't know what you're indicating. You think my cock'll fit all the way into her? Uh?'

       She remained non-responsive.

       I cupped my jewels anew and continued to taunt her.

       'So - what - do - you - think? Uh? Think this'll fit? I mean it's only five inches when it's hard. Not much of a dick. Right?'

       'No. No. Not. No.  No, what do you think? What do you think you're doing? What are you trying to do to me? To make me crazy? Crazy with grief and fear?'

       'Mmmm. That doesn't sound like a bad idea. Not at all. But no, I just want you to picture it. Kajunga. Kajunga. Pound, pound and ram. My cock pounding in and out of her. That's all I want you to do. And, oh yeah, don't forget the hymen. The hymen blood. Yum yum yummy in my tum tum tummy, her fucking hymen blood. Slurp. Slurpy slurp. Gooder than purple wine.'

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       'I.. I cannot cope with you. I cannot cope with the mental pictures you make. That's my daughter you're talking about. My girl, my baby. How am I supposed to cope and absorb such horrible things you're saying?'

       'It's really very simple.'

       'What? No. No it's not. What is?'

       'How you're supposed to cope.'

       'No.. Maybe for you maybe. But not for me. How can it be? Not for me.'

       'Sure it is. All you have to remember is that it could always be worse. Always in many ways, worse and worser.'

       'No, that's not it. No, it couldn't be. Not than what you've described.'

       'Don't bet on it.' I gloated as I was all pumped up on my power and control.

       Something told her not to press the point but the door was already opened so it was time to get nasty. Time to get nasty serious and pass on through into the worse-than-horrid impossible land. To modify her landscape.

       'Give me a minute. I'll show you. And I've got something for you to read.'

       She had no idea where I was headed both literally and ideologically but she knew shit on a stick could always stink worse.

       'No, that's not necessary. I believe you so you don't have to. You don't have to go anywhere. Stay here. I don't want you to leave.'

       She could smell the coming dung.

       'But I want to, sweets. Don't you see, that's the beauty of this whole situation, if I want to that's reason enough and there's nothing you can do to stop me? Be back in a minute.'

       She fussed and strained as I trotted off and as I returned she stilled and sucked in an extra ration of air. It was as if she new she'd need it. More than she could get in.

       In one hand I had a letter.

       A sincere communique from the high school teacher which I kept for teaching purposes.

       I'd asked her, essentially forced her, to write it as a warning, as an instructional missive for subsequent mother-daughter combos I was smart enough to scoop.

       I handed it to her.

       'Read this. Read it out loud.'

       She studied it like it was poison and slowly started.

       Without interuption, in all its delicious details it read as follows:

       (She halted and stammered her way through it and there were so many interuptions it would derail the train of thought so suffice to say she was aghast and loathed at what she read. What should have taken five minutes to read she stretched into fifteen.)

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       "My urgent message to mothers.

       I don't know how to make this sound sincere, to seem credible, but I assure you it is.

       My name is Molly Shannon. I am a high school teacher at Sacred Hearts Secondary School in Toronto and I've been kidnapped. My daughter, Felicity, has been taken along with me and it is because of her I'm writing this letter. I don't know how much, if any of it, will remain unchanged. I don't really know the true intent nor purpose of my captor, our captor, but he says it's for future mother daughter, he calls them 'combos'. Like something you'd get at a fast food restaurant. The purpose of this letter is to forewarn future mothers of the importance of doing what he says and doing it when he says to.

       I cannot stress this enough.

       He's never once relented and only pretended to on some occasions.

       That's what he wants me to emphasize and it is true.

       If you don't do what he says he will find something worse than his original request. It has worked out utterly and completely that way for me. I've tried to resist. Tried to be strong and even defiant but it's only been Felicity, my dear sweet baby, who's suffered for my inability to quickly grasp the seriousness and the gravity and depth of his perversions and his willingness to act them out upon me and my child. Things I never thought possible. Things I could never have had a nightmare about even, he has brought into practice and as a loving mother which I am, and which I'm sure you are too, if you're reading this the way I've written it, you must realize and apprehend that your resistance is futile and can only result in the direst of consequences for your daughter.

       He's forcing me to recount an example which I do so with the greatest of reluctance since I can barely live with the fact it's happened to my precious. But if it helps you to understand the severity of your predicament then I suppose some good can come out of it. I know it's too late for my dear, sweet Felicity.

       This is what he wants me to recount.

       I feel I have no choice.

       He told me he was going to rape her and I avowed he'd never get to do it. Of course I wanted him to attend his sexual aggressions to me alone and I begged and pleaded but he would have no part of that. That's not to say he hasn't raped me and repeatedly and he seems to like anally and across my breasts even more than vaginally, but I was convinced I could keep him from my Felicity.

       I could not have been more wrong.

       Apparently it was a big part of why he kidnapped us in the first place."

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       "He calls me delusional, called me that for being hopeful. He's evil and doesn't care about normal human sentiment. You must understand, he doesn't play by anybody's rules but his own. Control and power over women are what makes his sick heart tick.

       He hates women although he says he loves them but it's just for the perverse and perverted sexual pleasures he can take from them, from us and our girls.

       And I should have realized it, seen it in his soulless eyes, before he sank to unimaginable depths of depravity as he violated my sweetheart.

       He wasn't content to de-flower her, to go past her intact hymen with his penis, he used a hot instrument, a small electric soldering iron to melt it away from her. He had her tied down very tightly with her legs spread so wide I thought her hip joints might dislocate. He kissed her before he melted her and then he kissed my vagina too. (He's making me recount the minutest details like this. He's coaching me, putting vile words in my mouth, on my pencil. I would never do so of my own volition. He says it's OK for me to reveal this. He's sitting in front of me naked as am I naked too. My nipples are both punctured with big twisty nails and are extremely sore. My labia are ruined and my cervix ruptured. He wanted me to include that too.) He told Felicity if she passed out he'd murder me right in front of her eyes and that she'd be responsible for my death and would be all alone with no one to protect her. For god's sake she'd only XXXXX (blanked out for the purposes of this site).  How can a girl that age assume such horrid responsibilities. Some how she did and she was courageous. I've never been more proud of her nor afraid for her as still I am as I write this.

       Of course, she had to scream and I cried as he attacked her and he finally entered her. He raped her hard and long and for some reason bit into her tiny nipples. I don't know why he did it. That was the first of many, many times he's violated her and his abuse of her rectum, he's told me to call it her asshole, has been even more despicable and vigorous and vicious.

       So dear mother, of another daughter, if you're reading this, please, please, for God's sake just do what he says when he says. There is no other path for you to take. There is no escape and for me there is no hope left. I'm sure he will kill us. I pray he doesn't but I truly think he will.

       He says he wants me to stop.

       He says that's enough, at least for now.

       He says he want to fuck, he's made me use that horrible word, he wants to fuck Felicity in her ass again.

       Oh, God help me, how could I write such horrible things?

       Please, please do what he says to save your daughter.

       Even though it's too late for mine. Oh, God try to save your own.

       Molly Shannon"

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       She was aghast and trembling as the contents of Molly's situation sank in.

       Her eyes were blank and the fear seeped into her forehead.

       I'd fished another item out of my pocket and placed my hands behind my back. She failed to see my stelth.

       'Pick a hand. Any hand.'

       'No, I don't want to.'

       'Come on. It's just a kid's game so fucking pick one.' I got mean with my tone.

       She struggled and opted for the right one thinking it might not be the wrong one.

       I shifted the item from my left hand to my right and showed it to her.

       'What? What the? What do you think? What?'

       Her eyes were wide and incredulous as I held it right in front of her focus.

       'See, it's only four inches long. Not as long as my dick and an inch in diameter, so it's no big deal.'

       'No. No, God no. That's not right. You can't be serious. Not possibly serious.'

       'What? You'd rather it was a dildo?'

       She looked at me pleading.

       'Yes. God help me, oh please, yes I would.'

       'No such luck sweets. But I am, yes I am serious. So what do you think of that?'

       'You.. No.. No, God no.. No. God help me. No. You can't mean it. It's impossible?'

       'What you think, it won't fit? I can't make it to fit?'

       'No. No. No. Just no. Please..'

       'So I assume you'd rather I used my dick then. Is that what you're saying? That you'd rather I stuffed my hard cock in her? Uh?'

       She just managed to nod her head but it was conflicted and barely affirmative.

       'Good. Excellent. I can see we're getting somewhere. So tell me, tell me specifically what your preference is and don't leave anything out. Capiche?'

       Slowly, with all her inner resolve, she forced herself to testify.

       'Yes. OK. Please. Have sex with her. Put your penis in her and do it with her. But God, don't be cruel. But please, please, oh God please no. Don't put the.. the.. the firecracker in her.'

       'Kaboom.' I said it again louder with more enthusiasm, almost sing-songy. 'Ka ka ka-boom. Ca-piche?'

       'No. Stop. Don't, no. Don't even think it.'

       I was really getting into the spirit and joys of the moment.

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       'Cunt, cuntlet. Clit, clitlet. All over the place. Ka booma ka. Bye bye hymen. Bye bye cunt. Lips. Lips, fucking lips too.'

       'No. For God's sake no. Use your penis. Rape her, even hurt her but just use your penis, oh please. But not that, no never.'

       'So mom. Mommy dearest, I bet you never imagined you'd beg some guy, some adult demented male to shove his prick into your precious daughter. Did you? I bet you never even thought about it.'

       She got soft and serious and ever so sincere.

       'You are right. Yes you are correct. You've made me say things I never thought I ever could. I never imagined such things so you have achieved your goal. You've controlled and humiliated me into betraying myself and betraying my daughter, so your power and victory, over me, they're complete. Please, I'm telling you, you don't need anymore. You've won. You have me more than concerned. You have me terrified. So just stop it all please.'

       'You know, you have every right to be concerned, to be really afraid. You know, these four incher cannon firecrackers, these babies, they don't always explode, like boom. Boooom. Sometimes they flare, like woosh, like a fucking blow torch and can you imagine what that would do to her cervix? No I guess you don't want to imagine.'

       'No. No. No, I don't believe you. No.'

       'Sure, it's easy. I can even help them along. You see, all I need to do is push a wire rod into the rear of the cracker, see here, and push it all the way along. Then when the cracker gets lit and  ignites, it provides a path, an escape, like a tunnel for the flames to escape. It directs them out the end of the cracker right into her cervix. Roast little womb coming up. Like an utterly useless uterus. How do you like that for alliteration? Eh?'

       Again her brain went into seizure.

       Some pictures, some scenarios were just too much for her woman's, for her motherly soul to absorb.

       I went in for the inexplicably horrid torment.

       I tapped her face and kissed her cheek.

       'You still with me? You still in there?'

       She barely groaned.

       'So tell me. You tell me. Which would you prefer? The blast or the woosh. Blow her up or burn her up? But I have to warn you, the blow up can make a ripe fine mess of her too. Blow her little labia lips off and even send her clit flying. But then I can still woosh her if I wanted to, so you make a pick.'

       She gave out a plaintive, ungodly wail and slumped into oblivion. I had fried the synapses of her sensibilities and being unconscious became her only realized escape.

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       I was so worked up from all the trash talk and imagery, there was no reason not to fuck her. My prick was so hard it needed relief and her stilled, steady cunt held just the answer. The solution lay in her, so to say.

       I bop fucked her, thinking of the kid all through out the two minute pump and grind session.

       I left her a load enough to fill a truck and collapsed spent on top of her but still in her.

       I pushed myself up to gaze down on her and to look see how it looked with my pelvis glued to hers with my cock still in her. Yes indeed, it looked great, wonderful and amazing and would be even more so if it was her kid. That moment my mind was made up and I needed to plan the next measures.

       In that momentous moment the kid's fate was sealed.

       I was decided and it was decided I would take the time and make the effort to snatch her...

       To be continued...

       Addendum re:  Cunninglus Page 45.

       While rooting around on Google to find the proper spelling for cunninglus, I came across the following instructional entry for the civilized and loving way to approach giving the tongue to a woman's cunt. You'll notice there's no mention of pain, not torture nor teeth, and certainly no needle-nosed pliers in the mix, but still it is a pretty decent read. My hat's off to forty year old, Dr. Damon Cue.

       The Art of Cunninglus

       This is a tricky subject to approach and have it come out tastefully, but I have had several request to write an article on it so here goes.
       Cunninglus is the technique of oral sex being performed on a woman. There are several different ways that someone can administer cunninglus, but I will only address a couple of things here today.
       First and foremost as with all intimate encounters make sure that you maintain proper hygiene before placing anything on or in a woman's vagina. Clean fingernails, and any toys you might be using in your sexual encounters. Women are prone to infections and taking proper precaution is just another way of showing her you care.

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       Now to the matter at hand or tongue if you will. After a fair amount of foreplay, where you have kissed and caressed and finally made your way down between her thighs. Make it a point to take your time before actually delving straight into going down on her. Lick and kiss her inner thighs on and around her vagina. Making sure to keep them gentle and teasing. (remember the more excited she gets the more sensitive she will become)
       Gently take your hands and expose her clitoris. All the while kissing and stroking with your mouth and free hand. Cunninglus does not mean strictly using oral skills. They should be combined with gentle probing of fingers and or toys.
       Once you have the clitoris exposed use your tongue too to lick it and moisten it. You should notice that the clit starts to harden and grow slightly. At this point you can gently blow on it, the cool gentle breeze of air coming from your mouth over her moist warm clitoris should give her sensations of pleasure and offer a change in stimuli for her too. Variety heightens her senses and anticipation.
       Take some more time to trail your tongue up and down the entire vagina, licking the lips and gently penetrating her with your tongue. With her juices flowing at this point insert your fingers and stroke her g-spot as you concentrate on licking her clit, you can run your tongue in small figure eights over the clitoris, or slow deliberate strokes directly over it as though you are licking a ice cream cone. Use more deliberate and forceful strokes with each pass of your tongue. I like to use both techniques stopping in between to gently suck on the hood just above the clit and flicking it with my tongue. Alternating back and forth as she moans in delight. All the while remembering to stroke her g-spot the entire time. I like to use a small vibrator to stroke the g-spot myself.
       This technique should bring your woman to orgasmic pleasures. Remember after the climax she will be extremely sensitive and gentle blowing on her moist warm vagina can be very stimulating to some women. As always remember just because you have achieved your goal of pleasuring her it doesn't mean you should just stop or go to sleep. Take some time for the after-play and the cuddling it pays off in the end with letting her know you actually care.
       There are many variations of the art of cunninglus and you can experiment and enjoy. Just follow her lead and listen to the body language as well as any guidance she may offer.

            My observation.

       I just gotta try that approach, like use it for a manual.

       See how far I can bring a new victim along before I start with the lacerating...