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Chapter 9 Revenge is Sweet
“Eat up, they’re delicious,” taunted Alice. Those were the first words I heard as I descended the stairs. Alice’s statement was punctuated by a loud scream from Tom. Rita was whimpering, “No,” and “Please don’t. You’re killing me.”
Based on how watching the rendition and torture video at my place had turned Agents Alice Magnuson and Larry Tyson on, I suspected they would personally enjoy aggressive interrogation techniques. While I was getting myself together, they went to work on their three captives. It was brutal and nasty but hadn’t those bastards done the same to me. As an ex Marine with two tours in the Middle East I was used to hearing prisoners scream during interrogation or often as not torture sessions intended to put the fear of God into Mohammed’s followers. I hesitated on the steps for a moment listening to their screams. When I placed my hand on my sex it was wet and hot. My FBI protectors weren’t the only ones able to get off from causing criminal’s pain.
Earlier, Alice had sent me upstairs to shower and clean up. I was covered in piss, puke, and blood. She handed me a couple of capsules before I left. “Take these and you’ll feel like joining us for some fun with these motherfuckers. Larry and I are going to make them wish they were never born.”
I am enough of a health nut to ask, “What are they?”
“Painkillers plus they give you energy, Special Forces guys use them on extended missions to keep going ever after they’re wounded,” said Alice.
Climbing the stairs made me realize how much pain I was feeling along with almost total exhaustion. I went to the kitchen for something to wash down the pills. Red Bull was the only thing in the refrigerator so I opened one. Half way through my shower I started to feel human again. Still, I was shocked at how I looked in the mirror. My body was covered in whelps. Teeth marks ringed my areola and my nipples looked like they had been worked on by a food processor. There was a ring of charred flesh around the base of my breasts.
As I examined myself, I grew angrier and angrier. Even the Special Ops painkillers couldn’t mask the dull ache I felt deep in my vagina and bowels. Maybe Rita had, “fried my eggs,” and I would never be a mother. Even worse, perhaps she had given me ovarian cancer. I gave my clit a gentle rub to see if still had feeling. It hurt like hell when I touched what was left of it. The bastards had almost ripped it off.
So I didn’t feel pity when I summoned the will to return to the basement. Rita had replaced me on the examination table. And Tom was bent double in the fuck bench. Agent Tyson’s super cock was exploring the depths of his bowels. Larry’s firm hold on Tom’s balls insured he didn’t enjoy his butt fucking. Larry had a ride um cowboy look as he pounded away using the base of Tom’s nuts for a hand hold.
Someone had drug Lonnie’s carcass over to the corner out of the way. His still very much alive partner Earl was strapped onto a nearby punishment table. There was a tourniquet on his arm to keep him from bleeding out. It turned out to be a flesh wound, nothing serious.
Sash chord was wrapped tight around his balls separating them into two red globes of almost translucent flesh. One end of the chord was threaded through a pulley in the overhead rack that was part of the bench. The pulley had a clutch that kept the chord from slipping once it had been pulled tight. Earl didn’t look to happy at having his nuts stretched but I thought he looked damn good that way. I gave the chord a yank as I walked by causing him to scream as I lifted him slightly off the table by his balls. The clutch caught the chord leaving him suspended.
I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth and bit down hard. As my teeth sunk into the soft flesh, I pulled my head back. He twisted and screamed as I shook my head back and forth like an angry bulldog in a tug of war. After I few seconds, I relented. “Before we’re done here, Earl, I just might bite the head of your cock off.” He was in too much pain to respond.
“What’s happening,” I asked coming to stand by Alice who was offering Rita her bloody left nipple to eat. Actually, it was the nipple and a sizeable piece of the areola. When I looked down between Rita’s legs, I saw blood oozing out her vagina.
“You missed the good part. I just finished relining the bitch’s pussy and now it’s time to remodel her tits,” said Alice holding up a micro grader. I had one of those in my kitchen, but I used mine to zest oranges or finely shred cheese. The kitchen tool was a good eight inches long and covered in blood.
“What did you do with this,” I asked taking it from her hand?
“Shredded her vagina. Why don’t you remove the hide from her clit?” said Alice handing me the kitchen tool.
“Love to,” I said. One pass of the micro blades over Rita’s love button and the first layer of skin was gone. Rita screamed her head off just like I did when she applied current to my sensitive body parts. A few more passes of the micro grader and her clitoris was a memory. All that remained was a flat patch of bleeding flesh.
“Having fun,” asked Alice who had halted to watch me?
“Yes, it’s a blast,” I said. “Mind if I shred her labia?”
“Knock yourself out,’ said Alice.
Micro shredders can shred a pound of hard cheddar in a couple of minutes. Labia are much softer than cheese and they feel real pain as the flesh is worn away. Rita had no clitoris or labia when I was done, just a vulva dripping blood.
“Did you know you can use this in the kitchen,” said Alice taking the micro shredder back from me?
“Yes, you can zest a lemon or fix this bitch so she never feels zest again,” I said.
“Let’s see if we make this slut to eat her nipples,” said Alice picking up the mound of tit flesh she had set aside in order to help me.
“She looks like she could use a snack,” I said.
“I think I may have a new Guinness record,” said Larry who had somehow managed to get almost his entire arm in Tom’s asshole. When he saw we were looking his way, he quickly withdrew his arm then stood aside so we could see the result. “Look at his rosebud. It must me a good three inches.”
Several of inches of Tom’s rectum had been suctioned or dragged outside his sphincter. Larry grabbed a two inch wide leather strap and landed a vicious blow right on the newly exposed flesh. Judging from Tom’s frenzied reaction; it must have hurt like nothing else on this earth.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Agent Tyson,” asked Alice in her droll voice.
“I sure am, Agent Magnuson. How’s Marnie doing?” said Larry.
“Excellent, she’s just shredded her first pussy, took the bitch’s hide right off with a common kitchen tool.”
“I hope she understands that if she doesn’t find the twenty million, it’s her pussy that’ll be skinned next,” said Larry gliding his fist once more into Tom’s rectum.
“She’s going to find the money and cut the balls off her worthless prick of a husband. Aren’t you, Marnie?’ said Alice.
“Damn right, I will,” I said although I had almost no hope of succeeding in their quest.
Alice put her mouth to my ear and whispered, “And when you do, we’ll put a bullet in Larry’s brain then sneak off with the money to a lesbian island I know in the Caribbean and eat young pussy for the rest of our days.”
I thought that was weird. Were the two working for the FBI or themselves? If I did find the money, would they kill one another and me for it? Alice’s returned her attention and mine to whimpering suffering Rita.
“Are you going to eat it, yes, or no,” asked Alice pressing the carrion to Rita’s lips. Alice’s other hand was holding a shiny scalpel.
“No, please dear God,” said Rita.
“Let’s see how you look without your implants,” said Alice as she handed me Rita’s nipple. It felt warm in my hand.
Rita screamed as Alice carved a plus sign across her breast then reached in with her bare fingers and pulled out a leaking plastic pouch. I was surprised Rita didn’t pass out. Maybe she was too busy screaming her lungs out for that. Alice gave me background information as she slowly sliced off layers of Rita’s damaged boob.
“Her real name is Rita Caron Ramirez, born in the Panama Canal Zone of an American father and Panamanian mother. Her mother was a whore who sucked off soldiers at one of the clubs right outside the zone. When Rita was fifteen, she hooked up with Captain Renaldo Ramirez who worked for the Panamanian secret police. He taught her how to use electricity to extract information from reluctant witnesses. She and the Captain specialized in torturing the children to get the parents to talk. Panama had a regime change with the result the Captain wound up hanging from a light pole minus his privates. Rita only barely managed to escape the same fate. Somehow she snuck into the US and became an exotic dancer and part time interrogator. Ever tasted human flesh, Marnie?” said Alice placing the nipple on a nearby board and slicing it in two.
“No,” I said wondering if cannibalism was also in Alice’s extensive repertoire. My answer came immediately.
“It’s a cross between chicken and sushi,” said Alice placing half of Rita’s severed nipple in her mouth and chewing. She picked up the other half and placed the bloody carrion against my lips. “Try it. That’s an order.”
I figured a refusal on my part would result in my nipples being next on the menu so I opened up and ate my first piece of human flesh. It was definitely not chicken.
While I was chewing, Alice cut off Rita’s remaining nipple. “Eat it or I’ll dig your eyeball out.”
That worked and we three girls chowed down on Rita’s nipples while Larry pumped another full load deep in Tom’s bowels all the while using his testicles for leverage. Tom pleaded with Larry to let go of his balls but Larry persisted. I felt he deserved what he was getting as punishment for what was done to me. By this time, Rita would have tortured me to death if my FBI rescuers had not arrived.
Alice used the same technique to remove the other implant. From somewhere she produced a box of kosher salt to sprinkle into the wounds. It must have hurt because Rita went nuts as soon as the white crystals came in contact with the open wounds.
“We saved Earl for you, Marnie,” said Larry who was busy working shortening into Tom’s asshole.
My torturer experience was non existent. “What should I do to him?”
“There’s a box of fish hooks on the counter. Hook him up to the overhead rack,” suggested Larry.
“Hi Earl, how are you doing,” I asked as I gave the chord attaching his balls to the overhead rack a sharp tug. He screamed in pain then he had to show me how tough he way.
“I’m fine, Bitch. I just wish we had more time to work on you. Rita was in too big a hurry. If it had been up to me, you’d take a week to die, screaming every minute,’ said Earl.
Further conversation seemed pointless so I located the box of large fish hooks each fitted with a length of fishing line for easy attachment.
I used Earl’s pliers to capture a big hunk of his nipple. As he howled in pain I squeezed hard and twisted. The hooks were sharp and slipped through the base of the nipple with no problem. I wrapped the line around an overhead connector and pulled hard using my weight. I tied it off then stepped back to admire my work. Deciding he wasn’t suffering sufficiently, I took one of the weighted alligator clamps and allowed it to snap shut around the base of the elongated flesh.
“Good work, Marnie” said Larry whose forearm was embedded in Tom’s asshole.
I took Larry’s complement as encouragement to do the other nipple. My next hook went through the underside of Earl’s penis and emerged through the top. It was sort of a do it yourself Prince Albert.
By the time I was done, there were a good twenty five fish hooks tearing into Earl’s flesh. The hooks in his nostrils and lips gave him a bizarre appearance. It reminded me of that old horror movie, Hell Raiser, where hooks explode out of a Chinese puzzle box to rip the flesh off the bad guy. Getting a hook through the center of his balls proved to be difficult but I managed. I also did his armpits and thighs.
When I had exhausted all possibilities, I drifted over to Alice to see how she was progressing. Rita was no longer beautiful. Her lips, nose and ears were missing as were her thumbs and several fingers. She had passed out from loss of blood.
“I’d say our work here is almost done,” said Larry who had concentrated on torturing Tom’s rosebud. It was now hanging sadly outside his sphincter bleeding profusely onto the floor that had become quite slippery in places.
“Marnie, what is your preferred emasculation method,” asked Alice who had joined me at Earl’s side.
“I’m afraid I don’t have one,” I said giving a tug to the sash chord to test whether Earl’s testicles could be ripped off.
“This is the way I roll,” said Larry brandishing a large serrated hunting knife.
Alice and I watched as he took a firm grip on the base of Tom’s cock and balls. “Say goodbye to your manhood,” said Larry as he passed the blade over the area. A bright red line immediately appeared. Larry took another pass. He took his time. On the fourth cut, Tom’s manhood was completely severed. Tom continued to squirm for a few minutes as blood poured out of the gaping hole. Then he stopped moving forever.
“Open wide,” said Larry placing the head of Tom’s cock against Earl’s lips. Earl was in too great a shock to comply. Larry dropped the severed cock and balls on Earl’s chest and left it. From the wild look in Earl’s eyes, I would say that if somehow he survived the night, he was finished mentally. Too much torture and you go insane.
“Your method lacks subtlety, Larry” said Alice. “I’ll show Marnie how to get the most out of a castration.”
Alice looked around the basement before finding what she needed. In the corner was a stack of unused ceramic floor tiles. They must have been left over because they were identical to ones covering the kitchen floor. After a few adjustments, Earl’s testicles were stretched in two directions resting flat on the tile.
“This will get the job done,” said Alice taking a large rubber mallet off the tool bench. “I’ll do one and you can do the other.”
In spite of Earl’s weakened condition, he lifted his head to beg Alice not to castrate him. “Sorry Earl, Larry and I always end our torture sessions with emasculation. You wouldn’t want us to break tradition.”
With that, she raised the mallet high and brought it around in an arc onto the testicle on her side. She mashed it to the thickness of a sheet of paper. The result was a large bloody disc that would never be able to serve as a reservoir for semen.
“Your turn, Marnie,” said Alice handing me the mallet.
In spite of all I had been through, my aim was true. Earl still had enough left to express his agony in long full throated screams. Larry put Earl out of his misery by slitting his throat.
Entertainment over, Alice took me back to my car while Larry tidied up. When I woke at noon, the television news contained a story about a local house being burnt totally to the ground. It was the one Tom took me to.
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