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The Prosecutor's Sexual Mutilation

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Synopsis: Sick short, very brutal and violent. Not quite snuff-worse! This was quite a

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The Prosecutor?s Sexual Mutilation

By: Darklaw

Part I: Why?

Diana Shadeen was a filthy cunt of a prosecutor. She had no idea I had been

watching her for days. I knew when the whore left that office of slimy pigs. I knew

when she got home from work, the path she traveled, and when she got home. I knew

she lived alone, that she had been divorced for more than 3 years, that she got a bundle of

cash from her poor husband, that she got the house, the car and the kid and that the kid

had been sent away to an expensive boarding school. Naturally the court order required

her poor ex-husband to pay for the little bastards schooling AND pay the bitch for child

support even though SHE made more money than he did. The little fucker probably

wasn?t even his but the courts could care less about doing what is right. I had learned

that lesson the hard way!

Diana was a young pale bitch, with dark eyes and light brown hair. She stood

about 5 feet, 6 inches and maintained a slim, professional look. Her breasts were just

starting to sag but she still flicked her hair like a young girl and stuck her nose in the air

like the high paid dirty cunt that she was. This arrogant bitch was used to manipulating

men, abusing them, twisting the so called impartial fucking ?law? for her own purposes.

She liked to cause pain to men and was merciless and unreasonable. She was a CUNT!

A BITCH with a badge and an aura of power that she flaunted and used to further her

campaign against men. Well I had 11 long fucking years to think about what I should do

to her. They should have been the best years of my life but I spent them getting fucked

up the ass and planning my revenge

Diana Shadeen was the bitch prosecutor on my case and she did not have any real

evidence against me. The statutory rape case was bullshit from the very beginning.

Hell, the hot little pussy even gave me a fake ID. She was in a bar restricted to 18 years

old and up. She told me she was 18, she asked me to dance with her. She was the first to

kiss me when we were dancing and told me she wanted me to fuck her. She led me to her

home which she told me she owned. She went down on me, sucking my dick while she

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moved my hand to her dripping wet pussy. When I fucked her I was surprised that such a

young hot bitch did not have a tighter pussy. But I suppose it would have been rude to

comment on her well stretched pussy that had obviously been in use for several years.

Despite my fear of contracting a disease from the little slut, we spent an incredible night.

The little bitch new what she was doing and she new exactly what she wanted. She kept

waking me up with her lips around my dick, sucking and jacking me off until I stuck it in

her pussy again. Then she would wrap her legs around me and moan, pumping hard until

she climaxed.

None of it mattered. Her dad caught us in the very act the next morning. He

attacked me and I defended myself with my pants around my ankles. Broke the stupid

fuckers jaw and took off out the door-but he had already written down my license plate.

The DNA evidence all over her tits, ass, and deep in her pussy was all that bitch

prosecutor needed. I had never even fucking heard of statutory rape before although I

had some vague idea that fucking jailbait was not a good idea. I had never been in

trouble with the law before so I did not understand the concept of strict liability. Hell, I

still don?t understand such an alien idea. What the fuck is strict liability? None of it

mattered. The truth didn?t matter at all. All that mattered is that my spooj was in and on

a 15 year old girl.

Of course I was convicted and that bitch fuck prosecutor argued that I should get

life in prison! The judge followed the so called ?guidelines? and ?only? gave me 15

years to life. Fifteen fucking years for fucking a girl who told me she was 18!

Yeah, my life has been a bitch. I got myself assfucked in the hootch many, many

more times than I put it to that little underage slut over the next 11 years. All those sick

jokes about men getting raped in prison-believe it! The system doesn?t fucking care

though. It is just there little extra-judicial way of torturing people who-intentionally or

unintentionally-violate their arbitrary and capricious laws. Yeah, I fucked a hot slut 6 or

7 times and that justifies me getting the shit beat out of me hundreds of times, getting ass

fucked dozens of times, losing my freedom and a good part of my life for more than a

decade. Being labeled a ?sexual predator? for the rest of my life! Yeah, equal justice

under law my fucking stretched out asshole!

Well I had thought long and hard about my situation. I knew I could not change

the system but I determined that perhaps I could change my one small part of it. I

decided that Dianna Shadeen was never going to abuse men or act unjustly in court again.

I decided that she was going to pay a thousand times over for all the abuses of this

criminal system we call the ?justice? system. When I was done with the filthy bitch, she

was going to know all about abuse. I was going to show her why our wonderful founding

fuckers thought the 8th Amendment prohibition against cruel and unusual punishment was

such great idea. She violated the U.S. Constitution for a living so I thought it was

appropriate I show her exactly what was meant by cruel and unusual.

I decided that I was going to let her live-maybe-but I made a solemn promise

that she was not going to enjoy any of it. For the rest of her life, when she looked in the

mirror with her damaged eyes she would see the scars that she had left on my soul.

Whenever she looked at her mutilated useless pussy, whenever she screamed in pain or

changed her colostomy bag she would remember.

I made my move on a Friday holiday weekend. I new she wasn?t going to be in

court until the following Tuesday so I had several days of torture planned for her. The

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only defense the arrogant cunt had when I barged into her house was that old German

Shepard. I was prepared. First I zapped the stupid creature with my tazar and it dropped

to the floor flopping around and yelping. The other bitch in the house heard all the

commotion and she came running into the living room. I dropped her like a stone with

my gloved fist to the side of her head. Working quickly, I tied up both bitches and left

the non-human bitch chained in the bedroom. Then I took the human bitch lawyer cunt

down the basement, chained her to a steel post and went to the car to get my bag of tricks.

She woke up groggily as I was examining the torture implements I planned to use.

Her eyes focused on them and then started to dilate in terror as I laid them in front of her:

The branding iron, the curling iron, the clamps, the whips, the rope, the firecrackers, the

oversized enema bags, the acid. I smiled grimly when her vision registered on the objects

I was unpacking and then broke into a full grin as she let out a scream of pure terror.

?Oh no, what are you doing. You can?t do this. Let me go. Please, please let me

go.?

I laughed.

Part 2: Revenge on a cold dish

Warning: This section is extremely disturbing and graphic. You may not read this unless

you are extremely unlikely to do something bad by absorbing an extremely depraved, sick

and just plain wrong work of fiction and you are over the age of 18 years of age and live

in a jurisdiction where the constitutional rights of free speech under the First Amdnement

to the United States Constitution and/or Article 10 (excluding subsection 2) of the

European Declaration of Human Rights is in practical force and effect. You have been

warned. If you are under the age of accountability you MUST immediately go to

Disney.com and get the fuck off this web site.

I started out with the tongs, ripping out the sluts lying tongue while she gagged

and screamed. I only chipped one of her teeth and she opened her mouth and obediently

stuck out her tongue. She had no idea what I had planned to do. I grabbed it with the

tongs and jerked hard, ripping off a big chunk of fleshy tongue. Blood flowed out of her

mouth in a wash as she gurgled and shuddered in agony. I just waited for a few minutes

and when the bleeding did not stop I applied the nitroglycerin patch. I noticed a piece of

flesh hanging there by a thread so I ripped that out also before applying the ntitro. I

smiled as she passed out for the first time, gurgling in agony. I was very surprised at how

easy it was to rip her tongue out of her mouth.

When she woke up, I had her tied on the cold floor spread eagle style between

two metal beams. She didn?t even feel the M-80 firecracker I had shoved into her fetid

little pussy but just looked at me with eyes filled with pure terror.

?Agghhh, ghhhh, uhh gaaa ggg, agggaaa,? she said, spitting blood out of her

mouth.

I smiled down at her bound form. ?Don?t you worry bitch, this is just the very

beginning.?

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Then I lit the firecracker stuffed up her pussy. Her eyes got as big as saucers and

her stomach quivered and fluttered until I heard the muffled ?Poooof? a few seconds

later.

That was when she really reacted. Blood and spittle sprayed out of her mouth and

she jerked and flailed in a futile attempt to protect herself from the pain roaring out of her

pussy.

?Uhhhhhhhh, Uhhh kease kop,keeeeshaaaaa gahhhh.?

I smiled at her again and showed her the packet of 50 M-80 extra sized

firecrackers.

When she calmed down enough so she was only whimpering in pain I examined

her battered pussy. A dark blue circle outlined the outside and a thin trail of blood was

trickling down her ass as she bucked and squirmed in pain.

The next firecracker also went into her pussy and this time after the muffled pop

blood started to flow in a steady stream rather than a trickle.

So I took out a tin can and put it over her pussy. Then I laid a 3rd firecracker

underneath the can, flush against her untouched clit and lit the fuse. The blast hurt my

hands through the metal can so I can imagine how it felt on her bare pussy and clit.

There was not a lot of visible damage so I did the same trick again, then again, and again,

and again. Her clit was blackened and charred after the 3rd explosion battered it and with

the 5th, she passed out again.

I waited until she regained consciousness and then made a big show out of

shoving the 6th M-80 up her asshole.

?Ahhuuuuuuuuu! HAAAA! HhhhhaAAAAAAHhhhh!? she yelled in

desperation.

Then I heard another muffled ?pop.? I laughed as I realized the explosion in her

ass sounded more like ?pooop.? But the cunt was unconscious again.

I slapped her awake.

?You filthy bitch wake up. We have 44 more of these to go.? She groggily came

around and looked at me with red stained eyes.

Those eyes looked at me with horror as I taped a firecracker to each of her nipples

and lit them at the same time. She jerked around screaming and grunting until they both

went off, almost at the same time, making her jerk uncontrollably.

Over the next ? day I literally destroyed the dirty cunt. I stuck firecrackers up

her nose, blowing a hole in the side of her face. It worked so well I did it again with the

other nostril. She was awake for the injuries but passed out gurgling in agony when I

cleaned the gaping holes with rubbing alcohol. I stopped the blood easy with the nitro

patch.

Since there were only 20 more firecrackers left I decided to wait for the grand

finale before using them. Maybe I would keep them as a souvenier of this weekend. I

took out two clamps and screwed them tight over her nipples and a good part of the skin

beneath them. She grunted as I tightened them. I tightened them down as tight as I could

until her nipples were almost flat. Then I took out two bic lighters and heated up the

metal clamps until they were almost red hot. The bitch was grunting and gurgling. After

a while her skin started to sizzle and it wasn?t long after that when she passed out for

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about the 6time.

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When she woke up I showed her the curling iron I had set on Medium High.

Lifting up her widely spread legs I jammed the hot iron up her defenseless butthole. Her

screams were horrific as her butt turned an angry red and started dripping clear fluid.

Seeing the hot rod up her ass was so fucking excited I got a boner. I needed to

bust a nut real bad as I pulled out the curling iron and stuck it back in, fucking her while

she screamed and gyrated. After it cooled down I pulled it out and could see her red,

blistered butthole open and close like an eye winking. My raging hard-on effortlessly

slipped into her hot, burned bung. The fluid dripping out made her plenty slippery so I

was able to jam in my dry cock by putting some of my weight behind it while I held up

her legs to gain easy access. But it was so fucking hot and tight that it hurt. I mean it

really fucking hurt as the swollen, hot, red skin clamped down on my cock. But her

shudders and grunts of agony were so arousing I couldn?t stop no matter how bad it hurt.

As I started to get some rhythm and pound into her, her butthole opened up just a bit and

after just a few minutes of pounding, I blew out a wad of spunk into the pretty little

prosecutor.

I thought she needed a rest and I sure needed a nap. It was almost light out on a

beautiful Saturday morning and I needed to sleep. I had been torturing the cunt for

several hours and it was obvious she wasn?t going to last much longer if I kept it up. I

smiled at her and patted her face. Then I forced her to drink a large bottle of power juice.

?Today we took away your ability to tell more lies when I ripped out your tongue.

Tomorrow we are going to take away your hearing. Sleep tight bitch.? Then I spit in her

face, slapped her as hard as I could, and left her choking and sobbing in agony, chained

spread eagle on the cement floor.

She woke slowly, clearly not remembering where she was. Her eyes registered on

mine as I bent over her slowly. I grinned, inches from her face. I had already decided to

take away her hearing first thing that day. That pleasant task was easy enough. I stuck

M-80?s in each of her ears and lit them off one at a time. With the first one she screamed

long and loud as blood started pouring out of her ear. I waited a few minutes then turned

her head so her eyes focused on my masked face.

?I want the last sound you ever hear to be my voice. You are nothing but a dirty

filthy, no good cunt. Your husband never loved you. He cheated on your slutty ugly

filthy ass from the day you got married. Nobody at your job even likes you. That guy

you are fucking right now also hates your filthy ass-and I guarantee that he will never

want to fuck an ugly cunt like you again. Even your son is going to hate you when they

see how disgusting and ugly you are. This is the REAL you bitch! I am going to make

you look on the outside the way you are on the inside. An ugly, filthy cunt bitch. And

you know what cunt? Someday, I am going to come back for you. Someday you are

going to be happy and safe again and I will be there. I will be there to fuck you up some

more. Believe it cunt!? Then I lit off the second firecracker wedged in her ear canal.

More blood flowed and for some reason the bitch started to shudder and throw up as the

last sound she would ever hear continued to ring through her damaged auditory nerves.

I smiled and went to get some breakfast. When I returned the bitch was wide

awake and shuddering in agony. She had managed to shit and piss all over herself so I

hosed her down and let the refuse flow down the drain in the floor. When I was done she

was shivering uncontrollably but even more awake. I gave her another long drink of

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power juice. We had a big day ahead of us! Since she was already covered in fetid

water, I thought some water sports might be just what the doctor ordered.

I ran upstairs and filled the big enema bag with ice cold water from the

refridgerator. Then I emptied 4 ice cube trays into the bag along with a cup of

concentrated hot ginger for good measure. I whistled as I carried the viscous concoction

downstairs. With one smooth movement, I plunged the huge butt plug up her swollen

asshole while she screamed. I grinned right in her face as I hanged the bag from the

ceiling and opened the valve. Her mutilated face contorted into a grimace as the rush of

icy cold water hit her bowels. Within seconds she was thrashing around and screaming.

She really reacted when the ginger started to burn. I just sat there watching her squirm

and shudder for a long time. The view was so fucking awesome I took a few snapshots.

Finally I got bored and the fuck whore had stopped pulling on the chains anyway.

So I released the filthy cunt from her chains and unplugged her well plugged asshole.

She was just blubbering in agony and when I uncorked her butt she rolled onto her side in

a fetal position with nearly a gallon of cold brown and clear water pumping out of her. I

hosed her down again when the fluid stopped coming out of her ass.

As she woke up again, slowly, in pain, I circled her, looking for another place to

violate. Her shoulders and legs were so cramped up from her night chained to the floor I

thought that some stretching might be interesting. I attached the old boat winch to a

beam going up the far wall and ran a rope up over some metal pipes. I left her ankles tied

widely apart to the beams. I had to pound in a couple of nails to secure the rope so it

wouldn?t slide up but it worked pretty well. Then I tied her wrists together and attached

them to the rope coming from the winch. She had no idea what I was doing until I started

to tighten the winch. I continued to increase the pressure as her naked body rose above

the floor, and the ropes bit deeply into her wrists and ankles. When she was taught, the

ropes tight and her body stretched painfully with blood dripping down her wrists, I

stopped. She was screaming, gagging and grunting the entire time. I waited a few

minutes while she shuddered. She was suspended at about a 45 degree angle in a

perfectly straight diagonal line and she was crying and grunting in pain. I tightened the

winch another notch and she screamed so loud you almost could not hear the click or it

ratcheting into place.

I let her hang there stretched tightly for a long time before I started the whipping.

I warmed up my arms and selected the heaviest leather whip I had brought. The 4 bladed

lash was made of hard knotted cords. I slashed it through the air a few times, then started

whipping her. I beat her stretched body over and over again with the heavy whip until

blood flowed freely. She was going to have a whole lot of deep scars all over her body-

if she lived long enough. Soon I was dripping sweat. Whipping filth cunts is hard work!

The bitches body was covered with long seeping welts when I was finally done and she

was really out of it.

I ratcheted the winch another notch and this time the cunt only screamed with her

eyes that were bulging out horribly. Her head was hanging listlessly back, completely

unsupported. Just fucking perfect, I thought! I had brought concentrated sulfuric acid

solution with me and took out a glass eyedropper. Filling up the dropper with acid, I

grabbed the stretched bitch by the head and squirted the entire dropper into her right eye.

The Prosecutor cunt was stretched so tightly she could hardly struggle. I smiled down at

her as the acid destroyed her right eye. For some reason she never lost consciousness

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until I squirted the acid into her other eye and blinded her forever. Before I squirted the

dropper of acid in her remaining eye, I made sure she got a good look at me so the last

thing she would ever see was my face grinning insanely down at her. I hope it filled her

dreams for the rest of her pathetic, filth bitch life!

Fucking up this whore was starting to bore me so I decided to finish this affair. I

heated up the curling iron, this time on high, and shoved it in her already charred asshole.

She let out a horrible grunt and then passed out again. I continued to work the hot iron up

her ass, blackening her ass all the way up her colon and destroying any DNA evidence I

had left inside her yesterday. Then I took a knife and scarred her face some more but she

started bleeding real bad. That was no good! So I took out the acid and made sure that

her face was really, really fucked up. Acid didn?t bleed like the knife but even her own

mother would not have recognized her by the time I was through.

My last task was hamstringing the whore. I waited until she was conscious again

then tightened the winch another notch. The cunts sightless eyes bulged and she gurgled,

letting me know that she was still able to feel pain. So I cut the ligaments in the back of

her knees slowly. The cunt was drawn so tight she could hardly breathe much less

struggle. I enjoyed the look on her mutilated face as I sawed away at the back of her

knees. I hoped she understood what I was doing to her. Hamstringing was an ancient

and terrible punishment insuring that the criminal would never walk again. Now, of

course, with modern medicine, there was a chance that multiple surgeries could replace

the ligaments. After years of physical therapy the filth prosecutor would probably be

able to walk with a terrible limp. So I also cut the Achilles tendon on each of her ankles.

This was a particularly nasty injury but there was almost no blood even though I cut off a

3 inch section of Tendon on her right ankle. I shoved the chunk of flesh into the bloody

hole on the side of her face. If she ever walked again it would not be for many, many

years of terribly painful physical therapy.

Finally, I stuck the knife in her pussy and cut through it all the way into her

charred asshole. Now she would get to wear a colostomy bag for the rest of her life.

There would be no way to repair the sutures in her ass and pussy because it would be

impossible to keep clean. Her filthy shit continuously flowing down her ass chute would

make sure of that! I smiled down at the unconscious cunt fuck, imagining her changing

her colostomy bag and getting her filthy shit all over her hands each time.

When she woke up she was completely out of it but she would clearly live-if she

got medical attention. My only regret was that I got so out of control. I had another full

day of torture planned and it was a damn shame that she was not made to suffer enough.

OK she was blind, deaf, lame and mute. Her face was permanently and horribly scarred.

But I really wanted to whip her unconscious some more. I loosened up the winch

and she dropped to the floor, breathing painfully. I tied her to one of the steel posts with

her hands over her head boy hooking her bound hands to a nail up high on the post. I

started furiously whipping her back so she twisted around to face me, her knees trying to

hit the ground. I took the opportunity to lash her nipples. After the second breast shot

one of the knots caught on her right nipple and ripped it off. Naturally she passed out

again.

It was not enough, but it would never be enough. I had to get medical attention or

she was going to die. At least I could be sure that the filth cunt had a long painful life

ahead of her. I cleaned up the scene as best I could, making sure that I left nothing

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behind that was incriminating and called the hospital dispatch from a pay phone on the

way home. Enjoy the rest of your life you dirty cunt! Next time-do the RIGHT thing!

Part II: A Mutilated Cunt, Her Meat Puppet Husband, and His Darling Teenage Daughter

It is just under 10 years (and 2 more divorces) after I had visited the filthy cunt. I

couldn't even believe what I was reading. A fucking marriage announcement: "Ms.

Diana Shadeen and the Honorable Braxton Bills are pleased to announce their marriage

on August 3rd, 2009. Diana is a former prosecutor and her husband is a retired Superior

Court judge.??."

So dear reader, I should need to go no further because if you have been paying

attention then you have probably already guessed. The cunt I worked over almost 10

years ago was getting married to the same mother fucking judge who put me away. I

didn't do a God damn thing wrong!! And that arrogant filthy fucking judge was such a

cocky piece of shit. He had the same short military cut of light brown hair he wore when

he looked down at me with his piercing gaze and eyes that burned like coal surrounded

by his pasty white skin, when he arrogantly fucked up my life forever.

I was almost vomiting with rage as I looked at the picture of the happy couple,

smiling at each other, there eyes just making that contact, and that soft look of a

pheromone charged couple that is still fucking every chance they can get, well before the

dirty whore cuts him back to once or twice a month. I choked down a handful of Valium

and washed it back with a big draught of whiskey before lighting up a fat bowl of weed. .

Through the hazy smoke I noticed her hair was still dark brown but her eyes were

now blue instead of the old dark shade. I was terribly disappointed to see there was

almost no trace of any scars on her face. Those new eyes were almost pretty. I assumed

they were corneal implants from some poor dead motherfucker. There is simply no

justice in the world when a rich cunt can even buy a new set of eyes. Of course I had

been made aware of the absence of justice in our pathetic, filthy, rotten to the core system

a long time ago.

Looking down at my hands I barely noticed blood running from each of my

palms. I had this terrible cold chill run down my back so I was shivering as I

momentarily wondered if this was some type of Stigmata-y'all know what the Stigmata

is right? That?s when those Jesus freaks claim the Lord gave them a similar set of

wounds that he (supposedly) suffered. The freaks bleed from the wrists and feet and

think they have made some holy fucking connection with Jesus and the Crucifixion.

I always thought it was total bullshit. In this case I could even see the triangular

wounds in my palms caused by my own fingernails and my clenched fists. But my

fogged up brain could not get rid of the feeling that this was indeed a message from God.

He almost seemed to be talking to me. My shaking with anger slowed down some as the

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drugs took effect and I could clearly see the image of Jesus hanging from his cross in the

front of my parent's church.

In an instant I stopped shaking, took a deep breath and knew exactly what I was

going to do. I used to stare at the cross for hours while the Priest droned on and on about

Salvation, redemption, and love, and other things that don't exist. Now in the eye of my

fucked up brain I could clearly see that filthy cunt hanging from a cross. I imagined her

writhing in pain, gasping, sobbing, begging for mercy. When I thought of heating up the

metal sedile that held her upright, I got a boner, a real stiff cock. A plan began to form in

my mind .as I stroked myself imagining her sitting, squirming and bouncing on her

sedile. The sedile was an uncomfortable seat-often just a metal spike-the person

condemned to crucifixion could 'sit' on. I smiled and thought I would not give her the

sedile until at least one of her shoulders had dislocated. I imagined her pussy crushed

and bruised by the narrow metal and climaxed when I thought about her reaction after I

put itching powder and hot peppers on the metal. Later I masturbated again imagining

her squirms and cries of pain as I heated up the metal with a lighter.

Planning the hit was incredibly easy. Their fucking address was listed under his

own name in the State Bar Journal Website. You would think they would be a bit more

careful or that dumb cunt did not even remember what had happened. It really pissed me

off when I remembered how I had promised her I would be back someday. Obviously

she didn?t believe me! I drove more than 10 ? hours that night to see where the happy

couple lived. The house was a virtual palace far out in the country with a pool, and a

huge front gate archway that could have held off a squad of men. There was a "Protected

by Katzman Home Security" sticker on the gate next to the doorbell.

I parked the car a mile from the gateway away and walked back. Donning dark

glasses and a fake nose, I circumnavigated the compound and discovered several places

where the fence came alongside trees making the fence simple to climb. I also noticed

the huge pool deck that was unlighted at night, making an approach to the house less than

100 feet from the fence at one point. It looked to me like there was somebody home and

I was tempted to just break in and take the happy couple prisoner right there but I needed

more information first.

The next day was Saturday. I called Katzman Home Security and set up a

demonstration at a friend' house. I told my friend I was bringing a new piece of meat

over and she didn?t' know I lived in a single bedroom apartment. My friend agreed to be

gone for a couple of hours. The Katzman salesman was very helpful! Yes we wire all

the doors and windows to a central alarm system. No we don't set up surveillance

cameras at approach points that could be used by a prowler. Yes we can set up motion

detectors at likely points of approach but only at the main entrance and the rear entrance.

Yes the motion detectors have to be disarmed or turned off when people are going to use

that area.

I had all the information I needed. I couldn't break into the house, or (given the

motion detectors) even approach it at night without possibly triggering a central alarm

and that "safe word" phone call from the security company. However, I could get within

100 feet of the pool area any time I wanted. Further any motion detector system would

have to be turned off when people were outside near the pool. So I could easily wait in

the wooded area with a clear view of the pool patio. Then when I was sure only the

happy couple was home alone, all I had to do was wait, until one of them came outside.

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Then I could drop down over the fence and cover the 30 yards or so in a few seconds,

taze them and then drag them back inside without triggering any alarm.

Every operation involves an element of risk and an element of fortune. Happily I

was to get a very sweet and tasty portion of the latter. I spent weeks buying all the

materials for the Crucifixion and torture session and put it in a commercial storage locker

a few miles from the house. I determined the general layout of the house using Night

Vision goggles with infrared detectors. I could practically see inside the house! I made it

a habit that whenever I left the house on "business" I wore a pair of large dark glasses, a

fake nose, and a wig. My own mother would not recognize me!

My neurotic precautions helped me hit pay dirt on my 3rd recon mission to the

house, when I was going to set up a surveillance camera of my own to record who came

and went. It was a Friday afternoon before the Veteran's Day Holiday which as fortune

would have it gave me a 3 day window for my plan if I decided to make the hit that day.

Well opportunity came a knocking in a way that could not have been more perfect.

I parked the car down the road and approached the house through the woods,

stopping at the clearing where I could see the pool area-and got the shock of my life! A

hot young teenage babe was giving her boyfriend a blowjob! She had drop-dead

beautiful blonde hair, and a near perfect figure. The angle of my view was near perfect.

I could see her tits bobbing up and down as she took him into her throat. I guessed she

was about 18 years old-but then thought she might have been a bit younger than that.

After all, estimating the age of my fuck buddy's had never been my strong point! She

had her hair tied into a ponytail and was kneeling on a towel on the patio sucking some

high school boy's hard cock. He had the back of her head in his hands thrusting deep into

her throat while she gagged, just like it is supposed to be done. Then he sat back onto the

patio chair and the horny little whore climbed on for a ride! They were fucking so

vigorously they didn?t' even notice me approach. I was less than 10 feet away from them

as the kid on the bottom grunted and thrust upwards, burying his cock into the tight

young girl. From his grunts and moans, he was trying very hard to blow huge load of

spunk into her and from her screams and groans I could tell she was really enjoying it.

The groans and grunts were reaching a crescendo when I yelled in a sharp, loud, voice:

"Hey, what is going on out here?"

Blondie let out a screech and leaped up like a jackrabbit, sliding off the boy's

dick, grabbing a towel and rolling behind the chair in one smooth motion. I was

impressed. I would have to be careful of her atheletic abilities when I fucked her. The

boy reached for a towel to cover up his soggy, quickly softening pecker and glared at me

without saying a word. I spoke first:

"Where are Diana and Braxton? They told me, uh, you would be able to buzz me

in but I never expected to find you like this." I laughed and cleared my throat at the same

time, waiting for the information I needed.

Blondie supplied it without any hesitation at all. She acted like getting caught

fucking her boyfriend was the worst thing that could happen.

"Dad said they were not coming back until after dinner, what do you want? And

why are you in my back yard?" She finished with a suspicious glare.

I smiled as I looked at the pretty young girl wrapping herself in the towel. She

had given me all the information I needed.

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"Your Dad wanted me to drop some things off from the office this week. I

couldn't hear the doorbell when I rang at the front gate but I heard, well, you know, you

two." I dropped my gaze to the floor and acted like I was embarrassed before continuing.

"I thought somebody was getting beat up but, never mind. I just need you to ring me in at

the front gate so I can stack those computers in your garage."

The couple started hastily pulling on clothing as I made my way into the house.

They followed me silently, guiltily. Finally the young boy spoke:

"Uh, Sir, your not going to tell Judge Bills are you?" He looked positively scared.

The stupid mother fucker!! He had no idea how close to death he was. I put my arm

gently around his shoulders and led him to the front door.

I lowered my voice. "Young man," I said sternly. "I think you need a vacation

from your girlfriend. I am staying with my old friend Judge Bills for the next few days

and if he asks me about you I am certainly not going to lie to him. So my best advice to

you is to get lost until I go back to New York and you should be OK." I winked at him.

He seemed to completely buy the story I had made up on the spot. Stupid High School

shit-thinking with his dick, not his head! In short order he kissed Angela (I heard him

say: "Love you Angela") and walked out the front door.

I followed him to the front gate and watched him drive off in a Red sports car that

had been parked in the garage. Then I went back inside and sat down on the couch.

Angela was fretting and didn't even notice the danger she was in or the unusual behavior

of the 'delivery boy': "Mr., your not going to tell my Dad are you?" She wheedled very

prettily.

"I'll tell you what Angel. If you do me a favor I won't have to tell your Daddy."

Angela suddenly stood up, finally figuring some things out. She backed away 2 steps,

suddenly very, very nervous.

"Umm, what is it you want me to do?"

I stood up and took her, almost gently by the arm and looked directly into her

eyes. She could see her reflected outrage and horror in my glasses as I said: "I want you

to suck and fuck me raw for the next few days Baby." Then I smiled leeringly at her.

Pretty little Angela became irate. She started that hair swinging thing little white

girls and black women sometimes do, even stamping her foot as she yelled. "Fuck you

you bastard. That?s a crime you stupid fucker. You can't blackmail me like that. My

Daddy is a judge."

That was REALLY the wrong thing to say to me but I will give this, she was a

quick study for a high school student. Imagine somebody from the public education

system knowing all about the blackmail laws! I learned that in the hard school. Still I

had to wonder just how quick she really was as the girl turned around to run. I was on

her in an instant, kicking her feet out from under her and sending her sprawling hard onto

the floor. When she started to get up, protesting that I had "no right to be here" I bitch

slapped her HARD on the left side of her face. While she lay there stunned I went

through the cupboards in the kitchen and found what I was looking for-one of the great

inventions in human history. Duct Tape. Quickly I wrapped it completely around her

head. This very effectively blindfolded her. Then I half dragged, half carried the stunned

teenager upstairs to her bedroom. That was easy enough to find what with the fucking

Kid Rock posters and the pretty pink sheets on the bed.

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We fucked on the bed. I whispered in her ear how much I like to fuck young girls

and I do it all the time but I only had to hurt one of my pretty babies. She struggled a bit

but started to cooperate when I rapped my belt around her neck and choked off her

breath. It really is amazing how quickly a woman becomes compliant when you cut off

her air. By the time I came inside the little sweetie for the first time I had trained her to

hump back into me and really put her supple hips into it. I tied her naked body to the

bed. Before I left I whispered some instructions in her ear. I told her we were going to

fuck for the next few days and if she cooperated I would let her go. Otherwise I was

going to have to cut her into little pieces and put her down the garbage disposal. Then I

kissed her deeply, passionately, like a lover. She was breathless as I whispered into her

ear:

"You and me are going to have such fun over the next few days. I promise I won't

hurt you if you cooperate, OK?"

"Please Mr. I never did anything to you, please let, OWWWW" she cried out as I

pinched her tit HARD. I roughly shoved my elbow in her throat and glared at her inches

from her sightless face.

"You listen to me you fucking whore. I know you like to fuck and if you don't

want to fuck me then I am going to hurt you. Maybe even kill you. So here's the rules.

Fucking simple. I fuck you, you cooperate and fuck me back like a lover. I put my dick

in your mouth and you suck it the best that you can. I DON'T want any begging or any

bullshit that might lead me to think you don't want me to fuck you. You can be a

passionate sex slave for me for the next few days and I promise I will let you go free.

But if you don't cooperate." I pulled out a knife and started to run it down her throat.

"If you don't cooperate then I will fuck you anyway, and then I will kill you.

Slowly."

She swallowed hard and put her trembling lips on mine. She succeeded in giving

me another hard on so I turned her over and fucked her for the second time doggy style,

reaching forward to play with her nipples. When I squeezed them she let out an "OK,

OK" and started squeezing her pelvic muscles around my cock and thrusting hard back

into me. Needless to say I did not last very long!

"OK sweetie, I am going to plug up your ears for a little while. I need you to be

passionate, sweet, and fuck me real hard, OK. Since you won't be able to hear me, I will

just pinch your tits if you are not doing it hard enough."

I silenced her with another kiss and with that, I filled her ears with vaseline and

cotton balls, taping them into place with the almighty duck tape. I left the pretty teen tied

to the bed, completely blind and deaf for all intents and purposes and walked back to my

car.

Chapter 4: Balanced and Restorative Justice

My new sweetie was nice enough to give me the code for the gate so it was only a

matter of a few minutes to pick up my equipment and then drive around to the back door.

I was able to unload all my equipment in less than 20 minutes. It took me another hour to

install the hooks by the stair banister and on the walls. I lifted the patibulum-the 35

pound crossbeam I would use to nail her hands-and dropped it on the hooks I had

installed. A solid fit and just the right height! Even if she struggled like a possessed

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woman she was not going to move those hooks. The patibulum was just about 6 feet off

the ground. I would nail her feet to the wood frame in the wall. Damn good thing I

brought that stud finder! Then I rolled up the short ramp I would use-with the fuck

whores cooperation-to attach her nailed hands to the wall. I was confident she would be

very cooperative when I pulled on her nailed arms and promised her it was going to be

"OK." I got another hard-on as I imagined kicking the ramp out from under her legs and

letting her fall fully onto her nailed wrists.

Then I went to work on the electrical modifications. I found the breaker box then

spliced it through a transformer and ran the wire upstairs to the stair banister where his

Honor would spend the last few hours of his life screaming in agony and begging for

mercy. I installed a dimmer switch and attached it to a 7-wire splitter. Then I ran the

soon to be live wires through separate on/off switches (in one handy console) and

stripped one of the wires down to a few inches of copper. Finally I attached the

remaining 6 wires to 3 spiked tooth clamps, 2 small metal discs, and a large metal

phallus, roughly the size of one of the horse cocks that went up my ass on a regular basis

while I was in prison.

I finished at 4:30 and now I just had to wait. I went upstairs to sleep with my

trussed up sweetie. I was going to fuck her again but it was so relaxing just laying there

holding her warm, naked, trembling body in my arms. I spooned her and fell sound

asleep for a power nap. By 6:45 I was up and had a nice meal of leftover cabbage stew

and meatloaf. At 7:30 THEY came home.

I was ready. Once I determined the dead couple was alone I simply laid in wait.

There is something almost sexually exciting about hiding behind the couch, waiting for

the victims to get close enough to strike. They didn?t' disappoint. His Honor Judge Bills

walked his lazy ass right over to the couch when he came in the door. I popped out and

tazed him, dropping him in quivering agony. The missus was standing in the door. She

completely froze. She still had not moved by the time I reached her. I grabbed her face

and turned her towards me. Let me just say the icy terror in her eyes was not "almost"

sexually exciting. If I hadn't spewed twice inside the cunt's stepdaughter I probably

would have busted a nut right there in my pants. I laughed a booming laugh and the

woman tried to drop to her knees in terror. I held her up, denying that escape.

"You can see and hear, and even walk again. And I will just bet they managed to

sew up your asshole didn't they? It sure doesn't look like you learned your lesson from

last time you fucking whore."

Dianna looked at me and let out an anguished "NOOOoooooo" before the tears

started to roll down her cheeks. I threw here down hard to the ground, landing on top of

her and taking away all of her wind. I had the supreme gratification that the fight was out

of her as soon as she recognized me. I punched her a few times, bloodying her nose and

mouth before ripping her clothes off in a frenzy.

Just as a finished stripping her, the judge groaned and tried to roll over. Quickly I

snapped handcuffs on the naked cunt and ran over to the judge. He was groggily trying

to get to his feet so I kicked him hard in the face, flattening his upper lip and knocking

out a couple of bloody teeth. I dragged him over to the hooks I had prepared (where he

would have an unobstructed view of his fianc?es slow death by crucifixion) and attached

4 sets of handcuffs to him-1 to each limb-spreading him out tightly with his back against

the wall. Then I cut off his clothing with a box cutter.

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I returned from the kitchen with a large ice tea and some peanut butter and

crackers and smiled at my victims.

"Shall we dispense with the trial and simply proceed with the Sentences? You

will both die slowly and horribly and I am going to enjoy every God Damn second of the

next few days."

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First I re-handcuffed the bitch over the kitchen table and went to work on her bare

back, ass and legs with my heavy leather weighlifting belt. It is about 6 feet long and

almost 4 inches wide long with ? inch thick leather all the way around! Each lash on her

bare skin left a dark red, almost purple 4 inch line all the way across. I felt like a painter,

ripping into the tapestry of her body, turning her entire back from the neck to her knees

into a dark bruise that would first hurt, and then throb mercilessly. I gave her 3 lashes in

exactly the same spot before moving to the next slightly overlapping target. She

screamed like a demon possessed the entire time, begging me for mercy. After 45 lashes,

her screams and begging became incoherent. They were still protests at the outrage of

me coming into her life again but they came out in long rasping wails.

Her back and ass were so tender I just had to use the cat-o-nine tails on her! I

made it out of simple extension cord by attaching 9 6-foot extension cords to the handle

of a tennis racket. I had tied a tight knot every few inches in each of the cords so they

only extended about 3 feet from the handle. When I layed into her, the knots tore holes in

her skin. The impact area of the 9 lashes and the damage they caused was much larger

and more devastating than I expected. I thought I read somewhere that some people were

sentenced to 1,000 lashes with the cat-o-nine tails? I guess they didn't do that little

bruising trick with the heavy strap first. Or maybe the peoples backs were tougher back

then. Anyway, with the first lash of the cat across her back she howled so loud it hurt my

fucking ears. Each lash brought out a splatter of blood so that it looked like she was in a

fucking car accident. After just 14 lashes she passed out with an especially loud cry

followed by a perfect gurgling sound. Her back was a bloody mess. Quickly I pulled the

naked whore to the patibulum and chained her to it, arms spread widely, painfully apart.

Then I went to attend to her husband. He was yelling that I couldn't do this and

threatening with every law in his knowledge but I just ignored him as went about my

work. I took the 7-wire splitter and took the wire that was stripped to the copper and

started shoving it into the pisshole of his dick. I made sure to jiggle it around a bit for an

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extra thrill. Then I taped the two metal discs to the sides of his pecker. Lubing it with

electrolytic gel I suddenly stuck the metal dick up his asshole and taped it in place. He

started to quote the fucking criminal codes I was violating as I shoved it into his tight

little fuck ass. When I clamped a spiked tooth clamp on each of his nipples he stopped

complaining and started to scream. Carefully, and using more electrolytic gel, I taped

some stainless steel discs to his armpits.

You see the idea is to run the current into the nipples and out the armpits. That

way the current stays away from the heart (I think I read somewhere that electricity is bad

for the heart). Plus it supposedly hurts like hell. Something about ducts or lymph nodes

or something like that. Oh yes, I did my homework. And did I mention I am an

Apprentice Electrician? I could have been a fucking Journeyman but ex-cons and sex

offenders don't get Union Cards, ya know?

Anyway, the Picana is an electrical device specifically created to torture humans.

It delivers up to 20,000 volts at a current of a thousandth of an amp. Of course I could

not find a Picana on e-bay! So I shopped around and found a transformer I could plug

into normal household current (at the main box, naturally) that could deliver 15,000 volts

at just 2 amps. I would just have to be careful that I didn't cook his dick! That extra

amperage means more resistance and it heats up the skin. The professionals get to zap

for a real long time without causing any skin damage but I would just have to make do

with what I had.

Just so long as he didn't die too quickly. I had a festival of torture planned for this

weekend. A quick death would not be retributive justice but merely restorative justice. I

had a score to settle with this dumb fucker who, even now, did not recognize me and did

not even know I was the perp who fucked up his fianc?e 10 years ago! Judge fucker was

not going to get a quick release, and neither was his little girlfriend.

I zapped him at the lowest setting in each of the 7 targets. The tits seemed to get

the most response out of him but he wasn't hurting, yet. I just needed to establish the

path the electricity would follow through his body. Without warning I turned up his right

tit to over ? maximum and zapped him for exactly 15 seconds. I was disappointed to

smell burned armpit hair. I checked the metal disc on that side and it was HOT. I would

need to be careful. Obviously 15 seconds was to long for the tits but I had to do it to the

other tit just to make it even. This one wasn't as hot. It had more electrolytic gel.

Problem solved! I slopped the gel all over the metal discs. Then I unclamped his nipples

and spread the gel all over the clamps. Bloods was streaming down his chest from both

nipples as I let the clamp close tightly over his nipples again. His Honor grunted.

For the next ? hour, as I lounged in rocking chair, I played his Honor's body like

a concerto. Once after a particularly long zap he managed to push out the metal dildo in

his butt. I simply jammed it back in and even had the pleasure of fucking him with it for

a couple of minutes before applying more duct tape to hold it in place. By the time I was

through with his first session, the Judge was drooling long strings out the mouth and

moaning incoherently. I could smell burned flesh in the air as he cried for mercy

between zaps. His cock was blistered on both sides and both armpits were badly burned.

The way he was screaming like a demented madman I suppose the electricity really hurt!

As he squirmed in pain I dumped a pitcher of cold water on him and then slapped

him to full awareness.

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"Now you are going to watch me crucify your little slut bitch. Won't that be

fucking awesome your honor?" He just looked at me with red eyes. Shivering and

gasping in pain, he could barely whisper a gurgled:

"Please, God, please don't hurt her."

I smiled at the judge: "That?s right you fucking fucker. I AM GOD. YOU

THOUGHT you were a fucking God but I am the only God in this house your Honor

fucker." I spit in his face and then kicked him repeatedly in the crotch before turning to

the cunt.

She was exactly where I had placed her and was aware enough to be straining her

head off the patibulum to watch her boyfriend's torture. I checked her handcuffs and her

arms were spread out tightly. This was going to be easier than I expected. Working

quickly before she could begin to struggle I grabbed the hammer and a 9 inch stainless

steel nail. I sat on her chest and carefully checked her left wrist. Feeling for the

indentation between on the pinky side of her wrist that would lead me to the Destot's

Space. Hey, like I said I did my homework for this. The Destot's space is between the

two bones in the forearm at the wrist. Y'all know how you take somebody's pulse? On

the thumb side of that little space is an important artery and you can feel a little bump

when the heart beats. However, on the pinky side there is just cartilage and the Median

nerve. This is one of the largest most sensitive nerves in the whole fucking body!

According to my research, when you pound a nail through that area you damage the

Median nerve. The nail is horribly excruciating but nothing compared to what happens

next! When you stretch the damaged nerve it sends unbearable fiery burning pain

radiating up the arm.

The nail went in easily, through her wrist and into the wood with just one swing

of the hammer. It was a bit messy with blood squiring everywhere and her thrashing

around and screaming but my dick got rock hard. I stretched her un-nailed arm and she

let out a howl of pure agony, even louder than when I actually nailed her second wrist to

the beam. There would be no escape. Her wrists were firmly attached and she wasn't

going anywhere despite her screaming and crying and struggling. Actually the struggling

only lasted a few seconds. She quickly learned that putting any further stretch on the

damaged or severed Median nerve in each of her arms made it far to painful to struggle.

After a few seconds she just lay there gasping great heaves and crying softly. I patted her

on the face gently and wiped away some of her tears.

"It's going to be OK sweety." Then I kissed her sweetly and slipped inside her

pussy. I was so fucking horny I came in just a few seconds but the bitch was gasping for

breath because I had put all my weight on her chest, crushing her against the patibulum.

Smiling, I stood up and pulled up my pants.

I patted the whore gently on the cheek and smiled into her face. "We are almost

done here. You just need to stand up." I jerked the beam up dragging her to her feet and

she let out a terrible cry of pain. I saw she would do anything to keep her nailed arms

from being stretched so I took full advantage. I backed her up the ramp to the hooks by

gently pulling on the crossbeam. She was surprisingly cooperative, probably having no

fucking idea what I really planned. The whore was not a Jesus freak that was for sure or

maybe she had just never really thought about the mechanics of being crucified!

When she was in position, I lifted her and the beam onto the hooks so that her feet

were barely touching the ramp. She screamed and pleaded desperately so I stood there

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for a few minutes and let her recover. Then, smiling again into her face, inches from her

tears and tortured expressions, I suddenly and without warning kicked the ramp out from

under her feet. She let out a horrible gurgle and shuddered in absolute agony. Spit

trailed down her face and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her whole body was racked

with pain. I studied her carefully as she started to struggle, screaming hoarsely,

desperately. Her arms were stretched as much as it seemed possible without separating

them from her body. Her legs were kicking violently, trying desperately to gain a

foothold and ease the burning pain shooting through her arms. Blood streamed down her

arms from the nail wounds and I could see her right shoulder had already separated

dropping her down so her feet were almost able to touch the ground. I could see that

after a little while longer her other shoulder would separate and she would probably be

able to get some footing on the ground. Well I couldn't let that happen! Besides she was

gasping for breath, clearly unable to pull herself up and exhale.

So I took another long nail and pressed her foot flat back against the wall where

the house beam was located. She was grateful for anything that would take some

pressure off her racked arms. Carefully I bent her knees sharply and lined up another

nail, aiming for the space between her middle toe and the smaller toe next to it. I tapped

separate nails through each of her feet to give her the support she needed to breathe so

she could live a little longer in the greatest torment ever devised by humans. She let out

satisfying screams as each nail descended through her foot into the wood and was left

hanging, knees spread and bent at an awkward angle, with her head at just about my 6

feet of height, letting me look into her eyes, inches from her face as she struggled against

the pain.

I watched as she struggled to push her body up using the nails in her feet. Clearly

the pain was too much but she was gasping for breath. After a few more seconds she

tried again, this time pulling with her arms and she let out a long moan of pain as her

body rose up the cross and her knees straightened. Then she took a few rasping gasps

before sliding back down as far as her nailed wrists would let her fall. From this position

she could hardly breathe and only took short, pain filled gasps.

Satisfied she would not die right away, I turned back towards her judge husband

and zapped him for a while longer. This time I didn't stop until he was unconscious and

the smell of burned flesh filled the room. I was a little disappointed that I wasn't able to

keep him screaming longer with electricity so I ripped off the probes and carefully

packed them away.

I could see that the crucified cunt wasn't doing so well. She was not going to last

more than a couple of hours. Both her shoulders had separated and she hanged with her

buttocks pressed hard against her nailed feet. Every few minutes muscle spasms would

rack her body and her legs would straighten out, lifting her up to take a few deep breaths

before sliding back down. It was less than an hour since I had tacked her up and it was

time to give her the sedile.

The Sedile or "seat" was given to the victim of a crucifixion to prolong the

torture. The sedile often took the form of a phallus shaped object the victim would have

to ride up his or her asshole. Other times a sharp wedge was used and the victim could

'rest' his or her asshole on it. Sometimes elaborate spiked seats were used. In most cases,

however, another nail or a narrow peg was simply nailed into the wood at the appropriate

spot. The victim's smothering was decreased and this prolonged the agony of the cross.

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Most important, the crotch nail was another point of pain, giving the victim a choice of

supporting his or her weight by inflicting varying degrees of agonizing fiery pain in the

arms, feet, as well as the groin. Balancing even a portion of your body weight on a nail

driven at an upwards angle is terribly painful and it builds up over the course of the

crucifixion. Even after the arms and legs are numb and the pain is almost gone, the

crotch nail continues to inflict terrible agony. With a woman, the angle of the nail insures

that her cunt and especially the clit are compressed and terribly bruised by the metal.

Soon her entire perineum is bruised all the way to the pelvic bone which is made worse

by the constant squirming and dropping up and down. There is no comfortable position

on the cross, no way to relieve the pain that builds up minute after minute, hour after

hour.

I took a broom and shoved it hard between her legs. Then worked the handle into

her cunt and slowly increased the pressure until she lifted up on her nailed feet with a cry.

Quickly I pounded another nail about 4 inches above where her crotch had been hanging.

She dropped down onto it as I hit the nail a second time and I had the supreme pleasure

of watching her face as her cunt lips and clit took a good part of her body weight. She

cried out in agony and then started to babble hysterically:

"Please, please, oh God it fucking hurts?oh, oh, oh, GOD DAMN IT STOP oh,

ahhhhhhhhh."

Her cries of protest continued for a long time. I just stood there fondling myself

through the blue jeans. Then I turned on the stereo to the loudest volume and pulled out

my cock, stroking it a few times. It was hard as a rock so I went upstairs to my pretty

girlfriend and quickly checked her blindfold and earplugs before carrying her downstairs.

Setting her down on my lap in front of her father I started to kiss her in a deep tongue

kiss. She sat there kissing me back and eagerly grabbed for my cock. Before long we

were fucking up a storm. I was deep inside her and her legs were wrapped around my

hips humping into me with all of her ability. Believe me this fucking slut had a LOT of

ability.

After I came deep inside her I grabbed her hair and took her to Daddy. She

smelled the limp cock and felt it on her lips. When I savagely pinched her right tit she

opened her mouth and started to suck it. Daddy just lay there and cried. It did not take

long for her to get daddy as hard as a rock despite the burns on his glans. I let her

continue until he was ready to blow a load into her mouth and then quickly carried her

into the other room, dumped her on the floor and hogtied her with the handcuffs. I gently

patted her butt and kissed her forehead.

Daddy was still hard as a rock, the tip was even extruding a single drop of clear

fluid that ran down his cock.

I took the glass thermometer and gently, carefully worked it into his honor's piss

hole. He finally came alive!

"Oww, what the fuck are you doing. You can't do this. Oww, stop, stop stop."

I just grinned while I twirled the thin glass tube deeper and deeper into his still

hard cock working it into his urethra while the judge grunted and screamed. When it was

all the way in with just the blunt end sticking out of his dick I grabbed his cock. Looking

into his eyes I grinned insanely. Then slowly, carefully, I squeezed his hard prick with

my hand. His pupils dilated and he gagged as I felt the glass tube breaking inside his

dick. The judges eyes rolled back into his head and he snorted like a pig, apparently in

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horrible agony. As I methodically splintered the glass in several more places, tears ran

down his face and he grunted high pitched sounds like a woman in labor suffering

unbearable agony. I knew I had crossed the Rubicon so to speak. His Honor was a now

living dead man, a meat puppet who had only one purpose left-to feel more pain.

He was so out of it, babbling incoherently I decided to leave the bastard alone for

a while. I smiled and took out the itching powder. On the back was a warning in large

red letters: "This is a novelty item only. Please use extreme caution. For external use

only. If this product comes in contact with any mucous membrane in the body including

eyes, mouth, or groin, wash IMMEDIATELY with cold water and soap and seek medical

attention."

I approached the bitch whore hanging there in agony. The nail was splitting her

red, chafed pussy and was deep inside her as it took almost her entire body weight. The

sides of her pussy hanged down on each side of the nail. I reached between the nail that

she was seated on and started to finger her pussy. It took a little while but she finally

started to juice up a bit and squirm as she gasped for breath. Then I took the brush from

the itching powder and put a healthy amount on the nail as she lifted up. I painted her

pussy and even shoved the bristles deep inside her. I repeated the process with a fresh

dip of the brush into the powder a 2nd, then a 3rd time.

In just a few seconds that really got her moving! Her face turned a bright red. I

could not believe how she was squirming all around, bouncing on the nails and opening

up the wounds in her wrists and feet so new streams of blood flowed down over the

congealed red lines. Within just a few seconds she started to breath quickly and squirm

her itchy pussy on the nail like she was a thousand dollar an hour hooker.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh no. Please. Please?PLEASE AHHHHHHHHH

NOOOOOO! God DAMMIT take it out. Oh, Oh Oh, PLEASE OHHHHH."

She just kept screaming like that for almost an hour as I watched her squirm

around. Her pussy was pretty inflamed and chafed before I put the powder on her and

within an hour of that itch induced squirming there was blood flowing down the wall

from between her legs. She rubbed her pussy on the nail, and opened and closed her legs

as she desperately tried to ease the burning and terrible itching. There would be no relief.

I couldn't help how hard my cock got as I watched her squirm her pussy around

on the nail, watched the wounds in her flesh elongate as she bounced around. So I went

and got my little fuck toy from the other room and set her down in front of me. While I

relaxed in a chair turned towards the evenings entertainment, I let the little teenage slut

slurp, lick, and suck my cock. While the little teenager worked my cock with her mouth

and tongue, I watched her stepmother bounce and squirm. Whenever I was ready to

explode I pulled her mouth off me and gave myself time to recover. I don't think I had

ever had sex this many times in a day and I was able to last nearly an hour before

blowing a huge load into the teenager's mouth.

Then, after giving her some water and a power bar I carried her upstairs to the

bedroom and chained her to the bed. I returned briefly to the happy couple and made

sure they had a good long drink of water and went upstairs to sleep with my sweety.

The next morning the happy newlyweds were not doing very well. The filth fuck

judge had turned from his pasty white to a bright green color during the night and was

staring blankly at the ceiling. I hit him with the whip a few times, opening up bloody

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welts on his chest and face and he seemed to recover a little bit. His eyes focused on me

and he groaned in pain loudly.

I smiled and patted his face sharply. "It is too bad you are not going to be around

to see everything we are going to do to your daughter. She is going to make me a fucking

ton of money. I am going to get the filthiest, dirtiest bastards to use and abuse her until

she is dead." The judges eyes filled up with tears as he realized what I was saying. The

fucker didn?t even say anything. He just lay there chained where I left him, sobbing

hysterically.

Diana whore was also barely alive but her eyes tracked me as I approached so I

knew she could still feel pain. I gave her a long drink of water and splashed more cold

water in her face and she came around shivering. She also started sobbing. Then I took

the broom handle and started to work it into her pussy, lifting her slowly off the nail.

This gave me the chance to smear another healthy dose of itching powder onto her

bleeding cunt and on the nail before turning back to the judge.

I shook out the special needles onto the floor and carefully picked one up with a

pair rubber handled pliers and heated it over a lighter until it was glowing red. Laughing

as he screamed in protest and howled in agony, I roughly grabbed the judges right ball

and stretched it away from his body. While he struggled and howled I carefully inserted

the glowing needle into his right nut. About halfway through the process he gurgled and

passed out. I waited for him to wake up and then jammed another glowing needle into

his left nut. He passed out again.

When I turned back to the hanging whore I could see that she was fading. Her

hips twitched uncontrollably but she was unable to life herself of the sedile. She was

only taking shallow frantic breaths to show that she could still feel an incredible amount

of pain. I took the acetylene torch and lit it in front of her. Slowly, deliberately I burned

a small spot on her right inner thigh just above the knee. That got her moving a little bit

as a large blister started to form and she squirmed seductively. Satisfied I picked a larger

area. I directed the flame to the side of her left breast and then slowly down her rib cage.

The damage was immediate with a dark purple splotch of upraised skin immediately

forming. I was careful not to inflict 3rd degree burns where the skin blackens and the

nerves are destroyed. Second degree burns where the skin is blistered are horribly

painful but the best part is how the skin under the blisters becomes so sensitive.

Carefully I inflicted 2nd degree flaming red blisters over at least 25% of her body.

I wanted to be inside her when she died and I wanted her to be in agony right up

until the end so I took a hammer claw and pulled out the nails one by one. First I pulled

out the nails in her feet and she shuddered like an insect on a pin. Then I pulled out the

nail holding her right hand. She fell forward and broke her arm before I was able to pry

off the other nail, sending her tumbling to the floor. Roughly, paying no attention to her

broken arm, I handcuffed her hand behind her back, then half picking her up I threw her

her down onto the large beanbag chair. She was laying almost vertical with her pelvis at

the perfect level for me to fuck her on my knees or straighten my legs so I could really

give it to her. There was also plenty of room for the final torture I had planned for the

cunt. While I just rested deep inside her, pinning her down with all of my weight and her

weight on her arms, I went to work on the tapestry of burns I had created. With one of

the nails I poked and scraped her blisters, breaking them open, scoring the bright red skin

underneath the blisters as she gripped my cock with surprising strength. She squirmed

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around like a thousand dollar whore as I methodically popped open the blisters, poked

then scraped her savagely in the sensitive skin.

With a smile, I withdrew my spent member and walked into the garage to get the

gasoline. They both groaned in pain as I splashed it over them?..

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