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A Modern Day Lawyer Crucifixion

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Synopsis: Sick story of rape, revenge and crucifixion.

                                  A Modern Day Lawyer=s Crucifixion

 

This is a sick twisted story that is NOT based on any real persons, places or events so if they find his bloody crucified body and my sperm in his nasty wife it was NOT me.  I repeat, I am  innocent so you can suck me.  You may read this story ONLY if you are above the age of 18, and of sound mind such that you are extremely unlikely to go kill your dirty crooked fuck-it-all-up-lawyer by absorbing a work of fiction.

 

            OK I have to write these thoughts out and then I can forget about what happened once and for all.  Yeah right!!!  Except when I watch the video of course.  Even without the Video I can close my eyes and instantly be back standing outside the door at my lawyer=s house with my friend and cell mate of almost 1-year, Benny.  We had cased the dirty bastard=s house for a few days and figured out when he got home from his pathetic little office.  So we decided to make the hit at 8:30 pm, hoping this was a bit late for unintended guests and just when they were starting to get settled down for bed.  Boy were they in for a surprise! Our casing had been thorough. We knew Reuben Nithanski, Esq. had a young pretty trophy wife named Mary and an 8 year old son named Timmy.  Lucky for us, also living in the house was  15 year old Janey from a previous marriage.   I promised Ben that we would have lots and lots of fun with Mary and Jane. The pun had us laughing so hard the first time we talked about it after they let us out, he was choking on the bong water!

Of course we shaved off all our body hair for the operation and wore gloves.  We had worked out a neat little plan.  We parked the Van in a busy mall parking lot next to a bus station.  Then we stole a car from the lot across the street and calmly transferred all of our equipment from the Van to the car.  Leaving the Van safely at the lot, we drove straight to our Victims house. 

            The filthy Jew Nithanski answered the door. The second he opened it I barreled through it into his house, knocking him backwards into the wall.  I started pummeling him with my gloved hands, right, left, right, kick, stomp, stomp, as Benny shut the door behind us. Good old Ben got in a couple of hard kicks but knew we had to secure the area before somebody came out shooting- or called the pigs.  While I was subduing the cowering, cowardly lawyer- he had been so cocky and sure of himself in the fucking courtroom but a few kicks and punches and he was already ready to give up- Benny took off upstairs.  This fucking pussy was going to die, horribly, slowly, and painfully and he gave in without even a fight!

            ANot so tough when you don=t have a gun, a badge and the whole rotten to the core system on your side are you motherfucker.@


            I gave him one more kick in the face for good measure and looked around.  I ran into the living room and did not see anybody so I hightailed it back to the dead man and locked the handcuffs behind his back without any problem and then ran upstairs to help Benny.  His gloved hand had the pretty little missus by the arm and was dragging her into little Jimmy=s room.  Janey, the 15 year old little fuck toy must have just come out of her room to find out what all the noise was about because when I hit the top stair she slammed the door to her bedroom shut.  I smiled.  We had timed this fucking perfect.  A textbook operation!  I kicked in the teenager's door in an instant and charged in as she was reaching for her cell phone.  She was wearing an incredibly hot sheer nightgown.  I grabbed her in a bear hug and held her in my arms for a few seconds- fifteen fucking years old, damn I could go to jail for hitting that! 

            America is such a fucked up culture.  Of the thousands of cultures in world history, almost all recognize the value of a hot 15 year old little slut but no!  I had to grow up in one of the only insane cultures in the world that DISCOURAGED what I was holding in my arms from having sex!  This was not a little flat chested girl.  This was all woman- tight and flexible.  Damn I get a hard on even thinking about her now.  Twisting her arm cruelly behind her was easy enough and she dropped the phone on the floor.

            Holding her tightly, painfully, I warned her:  AWe won=t hurt you too much if you cooperate,@ I whispered in her ear, my lips brushing them and she shuddered.  ABut if you are not a cooperative little slut for us then we will cut you into little pieces .@  The sharp edge of my knife pressing against her neck calmed her down immediately.  She relaxed like a lover in my arms and I grinned, kissing her neck.  Quickly I blindfolded her, tied her hands tightly together behind her and then tied her feet to the bed post.

AI will be back for you,@ I grinned.  AGet some rest, you=re going to need it.@  With that I plugged her ears with wax, tied another coil around her wrists, and fastened her neck tightly to the bedpost so she couldn't=t struggle without strangling herself.  I had a raging hard on but knew I needed to wait.

            Benny had handcuffed the young boy to the bed, blindfolded and plugged his ears with wax and was proceeding to >play= with the missus a bit, feeling up her tits while she struggled against the wall.  I yelled at Ben as I walked into the room:  AHey, you stupid shit, get on your gloves.@  My harsh, raspy voice startled them both.

            AFuck you bitch@ said Benny, AI am going to fuck this whore in every hole.@  Mary shivered in terror, her eyes looked at my turban covered face and sunglasses and saw her own reflection.  She shuddered.

ASecure her,@ I ordered. 

            Benny scowled but started to tie her to the bed as I went downstairs to check on our lawyer buddy.  I took off my turban and sunglasses so he could get a good look at me.

Mr. Jew tough guy lawyer was cowering on the floor and didn't=t even recognize me!  He ruined my fucking life with his filthy Jew tricks, stole my money, convinced the Judge to dismiss my case and put me in jail just because he said he could.  He owed me that money and everybody, even that bastard Jew fuck filth of a judge knew it.  I should kill him next!  Then while I rotted in jail my wife left me, took my 2 kids to God knows where- I haven=t seen them for over a year.  And this dirty mother fucking bastard didn't=t even recognize me!  If I had any doubts about what I was going to do they were dispelled in that instant.  I had seriously contemplated whether just giving the bitch a bullet in the head would be enough satisfaction but now I was convinced to go ahead with my plans. 


We were going to crucify him!  And while he died slowly hanging from nails on his stretched arms and cramping legs, rubbing his scourged back raw as he went up and down in agony, I was going make sure he had an appropriate scene to watch in his final pain filled hours- I was going to fuck his wife and daughter in every possible way in front of him while he died.  An appropriate demise for the dirty thieving Jew.

            I slapped him hard.  AYou don=t even fucking remember me you piece of shit.@  Counselor Nithanski  looked askance as his eyes slowly adjusted.  He blinked blood out of them.

            ADevon Petroskovic!  You will go to prison for the rest of your life,@ he spat out.

I smiled at him sweetly.  ANot if there are no witnesses.@  I was rewarded by a look of stark terror.  The fucker was going to break when he felt the first lash on his bare skin!  For some reason my hard-on twitched.

Benny walked downstairs and I told him to pull the car into the garage.  We took care of that essential part of the plan and brought in the equipment we would be using for the crucifixion.   We each brought in another load of equipment for the clean up.  Then we cased the basement and, as expected it was a completely finished.  A complete fucking office, laundry room, a sitting area with a TV and fireplace, even a weight bench and a pool table!  This greedy fucker was living large- but I was determined to make sure that he died the most gruesome death that history had to offer.

            We picked out a spot on the wall.  A heavy wood banister provided ample support to mount the braces that would hold the crossbeam we had carried into the house.  I scuffed up the wall quite a bit, splintering it into sharp slivers with the tire iron before we mounted the braces for the crossbar. 

            The Romans called the crossbeam the Apatibulum@ and usually made the condemned man carry it to the place of execution but we could not afford to be quite that public!  We mounted the braces about 7 feet up the wall, just tall enough so we could lift up the heavy beam and drop it onto the curved braces without much difficulty.  It was going to be holding about 250 pounds of screaming, squirming, pig, motherfucker in less than 1 hour!

            But first we had to do it right.  A true Roman Crucifixion is what the Jew Bastards gave our Lord and I wanted some retribution.  Romans ALWAYS scourged the victim before execution.  OK, maybe I was just pissed about my wife, family and entire life so I wanted to beat the motherfucker until he screamed for mercy.  Anyway it only took us about 5 minutes to mount the braces and test the patibulum, then I started to get out my other supplies:   The hammer, the canes, the whips, the clamps, the tongs, the heating iron.  I smiled broadly and set up the camcorder.  Benny slapped a high five as I finished and we giggled together as we went upstairs to get our victim.  He was laying on the floor, to scared to move so I went into the Living Room and checked in on our fucktoy victims quickly before going back downstairs.  I turned on the TV in one room and a radio on in the other so they did not have to hear the screaming.

            Benny already had the soon-to-be dead lawyer practically hanging from one of the hooks by his handcuffs, facing the wall.  He was wrapping duct tape around the cuffs to keep our entertainment from slipping out during all the excitement that was about to happen.  OK so the Romans didn't=t use duct tape- but they were pretty damn efficient and sure as hell would have used it if they had it!  I took out the curved carpet knife and started cutting off the subhuman filth=s clothing as the tips of his toes danced painfully on the floor, the metal from the handcuffs cutting painfully into the bone of his wrists.  A minor pain that he would soon forget all about.


            ADevon what the fuck are you doing.  What is this?@  He rasped.  I just kept cutting off his clothing until he was completely naked, standing on tip toes, stretched in front of me.  Then I turned on the camcorder and grabbed one of the canes.

            AWhat is up Jew bitch,@ I taunted, Ais your scourging and crucifixion.@

            He started to struggle but his feet could not get solid footing.  He was completely at my mercy.  I smiled as I drew my hand back on the flexible bamboo rod.  The rod was about 5 feet long and slightly thicker than my thumb.  I let him have it right across the ass with my hardest, full swing and it left a thick, dark purple line all the way across both cheeks.

            AAAHHHHHH!  FUCK!  SHIT!  God Damn you!@  He screamed out and then started to snort and sob.

            Me and Benny laughed.  I grabbed the whipping boy by the hair and pulled his head around so he could look at me and was rewarded with his terrified, pain filled eyes.

AYou little pussy,@ I snarled.  One little smack and you are already begging for mercy?  You were right, he is a fucking pussy.@

            Benny smiled back at me elbowing me.  AWell he sure didn't=t do a very good job protecting his loved ones, did he?@

            Our whipping boy struggled.  ANo, no, you can=t, you wouldn't=t.@  In answer I let him have another bamboo stripe, this time across the small of his back just above his plump buttocks.

            AAAAHHH!  Oh SHIT!  STOP!!  OK, I=m sorry, OK.@

            I swung a 3rd time:  SWISSSH...WAAAP.  The flat sound of wood smacking against skin is actually a quite sharp sound 

            AOOOOOHHHH!  Oh NO!  PLEASE.@ 

            The pussy started to beg after just 3 lashes!  So much for all those medieval stories about men taking a brutal whipping without crying out.  I didn't=t believe them for a second.  Nithanski only screamed for the first 30 or so lashes and then he could just whimper as I continued to lay it on until I was out of breath and sweating.  By the time I had delivered 55 or 60 stripes across his back, legs, and buttocks, leaving many long weals arranged at various angles all across his body, I had to take a break.  I was quite pleased with the start of our adventure.  Only a few of the purple lines were dripping blood where 2 of the seeping welts had crossed.

            I sat down on the floor next to Benny and grabbed the medicine bottle off the small mirror sitting there next to the straw and the razor.  The 8-Ball of cocaine was already powdered up and I tapped out a few lines onto the mirror while I caught my breath. 

            AWhy don=t you give him a good ass beatin with that paddle Benny,@ I said winking.

While I slowly cut up, lined up and sucked down like candy, 4 thick lines, Benny methodically beat the lawyer's ass with the big wood paddle we had brought and drilled with holes just for this special occasion.  He could hardly scream any more and his whimpers were starting to give me a hard on for some reason.  I counted at least 30 HARD smacks on Nithanski=s ass which was a dark purple color.  The last few broke open blisters so he was starting to bleed on the floor pretty bad and each new blow was splattering blood everywhere.

            AHey, cool it, we don=t want to kill him yet,@ I said, feeling mightily refreshed.  The mother fucker had slumped in his handcuffs so he was hanging entirely on his wrists.  I took a bottle of rubbing alcohol out of our endless bag of tricks and splashed it on him.


AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!@  He woke screaming. 

            He seemed almost as refreshed as I was! Well, maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration!  I was feeling like a million fucking cocaine bucks.  Meanwhile, his arms had stretched, or the torn skin on his wrists had stretched, enough so that he could get a good foothold.  He tried to look behind him and saw my grinning face, holding the black bullwhip.

            I shook out the heavy whip.  I had found the 7 foot bullwhip in an S & M magazine.  It was made of thick, braided bull hide and was quite stiff for the first couple of feet, tapering into a long, flexible 3 pronged tip.  I had practiced on my couch for days and had completely ruined it with holes all through the leather!  Since I knew we were going to do him (and his wife and daughter) in the basement I was aware we would not be able to swing it over hand so I had perfected the underhanded snap.  The first of these went on his upper back, slamming into the side of his neck and upper back, leaving a strange but quite broad pattern of purple and black splotches.

            AOOOOOOOOOOHhhhh, no, no, please, please ahhh, ahhh ahh, oh oh oh oh, no.@  He whimpered and cried in a high pitched voice.

            I was only able to hit him with 25 of these before he passed out for the second time.  His back was only bleeding a little bit although it was covered with red seeping weals from the cane and larger purple to black irregular patterns from the heavy whip so I decided to continue.

            Fifteen more lashes or so brought out a LOT more blood so that it was starting to splatter like the last few paddles on his ass did.  I finally stopped whipping him when he passed out for the 3rd time.

            Working quickly, we pulled the naked, bleeding man off the hook and set him down on the patibulum.  Stretching out his arms we tied them tightly to the crossbeam.   I knew our victim needed a break so me and Benny sat down and smoked down a Meth laced Hog we had rolled for the celebration.  While we got stoned, I lined up another 4 lines, though not as thick this time.  I needed to pace myself!  After a few minutes of making toast of our brains, Nithanski started to stir, whimpering softly.  I jumped up and grabbed the hammer and nails.

            ACome on, let's do it.@

            AHold on, let me check the camera,@ Benny said.  I distinctly recall being stoned and annoyed right at that moment but I should have been grateful for the nail-em close up shots I enjoy so much now!  I waited for Benny to get done, spinning and high as a kite.  He leaped on the prone lawyer, painfully rubbing his scarred back and shoulders onto the rough wood.  The lawyer started to stir even more, moaning in pain.  I checked the knots on the ropes securing him to the patibulum to be sure he was secure and then poured more rubbing alcohol on his bleeding shoulders.

            AAAAAAAH!@  Nithanski came alive screaming!  I slapped him a couple times in the face to be sure he was fully aware and waited until his eyes focused on mine.  I smiled at him as he groggily realized his predicament and started to struggle against the ropes.  I kneeled down on his left arm, trapping it tightly against the wood.  Benny grabbed the lawyer=s head and made him watch as I lined up the point with his wrist.  He was struggling so much I decided to wrap another piece of rope around his arm before nailing him.  This was a delicate operation, after all! 


            When I was finally ready, the point went through his wrist, between the bones of his left arm, and deep into the wood.  With one blow of the hammer, his medial nerve was severely damaged and perhaps even severed.  Our man reared up on his legs.  He was screaming and flailing as much as his bound- and now one nailed- wrist would allow as I tapped the nail 4 more times until the oversized head was flush against his skin.  The nail was perfectly placed!  I had driven it right between the radius and ulnar bone and there was no doubt I had seriously damaged his medial nerve because seconds later he started to yell: AIt burns, owwwww, it burns.@  No doubt a burning fire was shooting up his nailed arm as we stretched him by the soon-to-be nailed wrist.  I lined up the nail and drove the second one into his right wrist without further ado and the lawyer=s struggles were just as spectacular.  The lawyer was now stretched between 2 nails, laying on the floor crying.  He was not going anywhere, so we sat down for just a couple more lines before lifting him onto the hooks.

            When we were ready- well, HE wasn=t ready but WE were ready so close enough- the first thing wed did was to tie his feet together.  Then we gagged him- this was going to be the loud part, I just new it!  As we carefully stood him up it was clear that the slightest pull on his arms from the nails on his wrists caused him excruciating pain.  Hey, they didn't=t borrow that word- excruciating- from the Roman word for ACrucifixion@ capriciously!   Despite his inhuman howls into the gag and frantic weaving and thrashing, it was surprisingly easy to lift him onto the hooks.  We managed to lift him a few inches above them and then drop him onto them, hard, jerking him painfully so he let out a howl of pure agony though the gag as his nailed wrists took the full weight of his body. I held the beam on the hooks as Benny secured them with a couple screws. 

            He was still thrashing about as blood rolled down his arms.  Nithanski threw his head back and let out a hoarse scream that faded out into a whimper.  Then he started to shudder and jerk back and forth so much I couldn=t believe it.  A real life crucifixion was absolutely fucking incredible!  I still cannot believe how he jerked around, squirming on the nails, yelling hoarsely and making inhuman sounds of anguish.  His gyrations lasted several minutes and we just stood there watching him suffer, amazed at the sight.  After less than 5 minutes, however, it became clear that he was already  having trouble breathing.  His breaths came in great gasping heaves and his feet dug into the wood, desperately looking for some support.    He was in such distress that it seemed a good idea for us to give him something to stand on, and what better than a couple nails right through his feet!

            Ben held one of the lawyer=s feet and I held the other and lined up another nail.  I was aiming for the Plantar nerve.  This has a very sensitive nerve ending a couple inches above the AV@ between the 2nd and Middle toe and he screamed and jerked wildly around for another couple of minutes as his body got used to the terrible pain of this new violation.  I made sure his knee was bent at about a 45 degree angle before nailing it through the top of his left foot and the strain in the back of the legs was easy to see as the muscles bounced and quivered.  The final nail was just more of the same while Nithanski squirmed around in anguish.  Unable to decide whether the pain in his feet or the pain in his arms was worse, the lawyer provided an incredible show of jerking, grunting and crying.  I nailed his other foot next to the first one. 


            We sat down to smoke another joint, and reload the straw while we watched him suffer.  We also popped a couple Viagra for the coming celebrations.  After a few minutes, he settled into a kind of rhythm.  Most of the time he sagged with his arms stretched as much as they could be without dislocating his shoulders I suppose but a couple times each minute he would jerk upwards pressing hard on his nailed feet and pulling with his nailed wrists so he could straighten out his legs a bit and take the hanging pressure from his rib cage.  When he got to the top he would gasp for breath several times, before sliding down to the sagging position again.  The gag was definitely interfering with his breathing but that wasn=t my problem now.  He would live long enough to watch what we were going to do.

            I decided to go get the Missus to get the party rolling.  I put back on my turban and sunglasses.  When I walked into the room and started to untie her she immediately started to beg.

APlease, don=t hurt my baby.@  Her voice was so sweet and pathetic.  That was EXACTLY what I wanted to hear!

I rubbed her wrists and shoulders as I released the ropes from her and smiled into her ear:  ADarling, I am not going to hurt you much and I won=t touch your little boy, but you=re going to have to have sex with me baby.  You know that.  You understand that, right.@

Tears rolled down her face.

            AFine, you can fuck me, you can do whatever you want.  We will have a great time, OK.  Please don=t hurt him.@

            I slapped her HARD.  ABitch!@  I spat out.  AYou will obey me, you will do everything I tell you to do.  You will fuck and suck me and my friend.  You will make it last and you will CONVINCE us BOTH that you LIKE it.  Do you understand me?@  I shook and cuffed her throughout my speech and she cowered. 

            AWe WILL hurt you but we won=t KILL you if you CONVINCE US BOTH THAT YOU LIKE SUCKING OUR COCKS.  If you are not convincing enough, we are going to disembowel you and cut up the 2 brats upstairs in front of you while you die.@

            She didn't=t say a word but approached me, reaching for my crotch, her lips trembling.  I grabbed her arms and told her she would have to wait.  Then I broke the good part to her:

            AWe have a video camera set up in the basement.   You can fuck us downstairs.  But first I am going to blindfold you so the camera won=t pick up your face.  I am going to put earplugs in your ears also.@  I smiled and she looked at my turbaned face with momentary revulsion.  I grabbed her, threatening her with my knife, pushing it=s point into her throat until it cut her a little bit.

            ARemember, if you don=t convince the camera that you are an eager little slut, I am going to castrate your son.@  I grabbed her by the chin and pressed the knife into her hand, holding it in an iron grip.  AOr maybe I will make you cut off his balls and then slice his throat.@

            She was broken and started to heave pathetic cries.  APlease, please, please.  I will be good for you.  I will be good for you.  Please, please, please.  I will do it.  I will do whatever you want.@  I smiled and proceeded to put a dark wash cloth across her eyes and duct taped it in place.  Then I whispered into her ear:

            ARemember, your life and the life of your little angel depends on a good performance here.  Just let out your inner slut and you will do fine.  You married that dirty Jew lawyer for his money not because he is a nice guy right but because you are a whore.@ 

            Her lips were quivering.  I was really scoring big! @  I led her down the basement speaking low but clear.  ASo you will suck my dick, and suck my friend's dick and then we will fuck.   And then you get to go on with the rest of your life.  I am going to plug your ears now.  If you do a good job we will let you go tomorrow with no serious injuries.   If not, you will watch your son die tonight.  When we get downstairs, I want you to do a strip tease for me and then you can suck my cock.@


            With that I plugged her ears and led her downstairs, directing her to take off her clothes in front of the couch which we had set up just a few feet in front of the crucified man.  For his part we told him that any loud noises or attempts to contact his wife would just make us kill her after we were done fucking her.@  I pulled off my pants exposing my rock hard cock, and sat on the couch in front of her, putting her hands on my thighs as she finished taking off her shirt.  She struggled with her bra, springing out at me.  The she took off her underwear.  I pushed on her shoulders, directing her to kneel in front of me.  I gently took her chin in my hand and pulled her to me for a passionate deep tongue kiss.  We kissed for a long time, my tongue was deep in her mouth, my hand around the back of her head drawing her to me.  Without any prompting she started to caress my cock.  When I broke the kiss, the breathless beauty bent her head and started to suck my cock.  She was REALLY good at this!  Her tongue was absolutely incredible.  She sucked and rubbed and had me coming in her mouth in less than 3 minutes despite the Viagra! 

Luckily the little bit of chemical assistance insured that I stayed hard for the next round.  We pushed her over so she could slurp on Benny for a while and I approached her with my steel hard cock from behind.  With no warning, I slipped into her pussy HARD!  At the same time, Benny pulled down on her head and jammed his cock completely into her mouth.  She gagged and drooled all over Benny=s cock while the pussy spasms gripping  my cock were absolutely fantastic.  Having come once seconds before, I was able to hold out for a long time, drilling her relentlessly for several minutes while she gagged and sucked.  I looked back at her husband, hanging in agony from his cross and the despair in his eyes was complete.  I gave him a thumbs up as I took my cock out of his wife's sodden pussy and started to press into her hot little asshole.  She cried out in pain and our crucifixion boy struggled even more, letting out a horse cry of frustration and pain while I continued to drill his wife=s butthole.  She finished with Benny coming deep into her mouth after a few more minutes so I dragged her off the couch and forced her face into the floor while right in front of the cross, still impaling her up the butt.  I fucked her like a madman for several more minutes before comming in her warm clenching anus while grinning insanely at her husband hanging just a few feet in front of me.

            Then she lay there crying softly while our crucified boy had a dull look.  I slapped him a couple times.  AWow, your wife is quite a slut.  You should look happier because she just saved her life.  I wonder if your little baby girl slut will be able to do the same thing.@ 

            He looked at me with soulful eyes and struggled upwards, pushing up on the nails in his feet and pulling down on the burning wrists until he was almost standing on the nails and let out a grunt of pure anguish before gasping out:

            AOh God, Oh fuck, please, ple...uhhhhh ahhhhhhh,@ he said wetly while sliding his torn back down into the slumped position.  I smiled and turned around.  Benny was fucking the missus in the missionary position, probing her hot little hole as deep as he could go.  So I sat down for a few more lines and just enjoyed the show for a few minutes.

AOoooh, fuck, that pussy feels so good,@ Benny said standing up and pulling on his underwear.  I had another hard-on but old Benny looked right past that when he noticed that our crucified boy was sporting his own stiffy.  AWhoop, look at that, man.  He gets horny watching me fuck his wife!@  Then he walked over to the man and started to play with his hard penis as he bounced and squirmed on the nails.


            AHey you faggot,@ I yelled, Atake the bitch upstairs and make sure she cleans off .  I am going to get me some prime young one.@  Turning towards the trembling, crucified man I patted him on the face.  AIsn=t that going to be special Daddy, you get to hang around and watch me pop your little girl=s cherry.  If watching us fuck your wife makes you so hard, you will probably cum all over the place while your watching me fuck your daughter!@  He struggled, but it was clear that he was losing the battle. 

            His strength was fading and his breath was coming in deep gasps.  It  was obvious that his lungs were filling up with fluid from the rattling with each breath.  His breathing was becoming more and more labored as he desperately struggled to expel stale air from his lungs.  His arms were stretched horribly and at least one of his shoulders had dislocated as he gasped and wheezed.

            I made an executive decision, reaching into our bag of tricks. AHold on, Benny, I think he needs the little chair we brought him.@  The Missus was in a fetal position crying hysterically so she wasn=t going to notice any extra yelling.   I brought out a rough wooden triangle that was about 8 inches high and 8 inches wide, sharpening to a roughly hewed point at one end with the other end firmly attached to a board, brace and several screws.  The Romans called it a ASedile@ or Aseat.@  It=s purpose was to draw out the agony of crucifixion for the victim.  Without a word, Benny grabbed a fireplace poker and took up a position a bit to the side of the hanging man.  I took the Aseat@ and worked it between the mans= legs with the rough point sticking up.  Benny took the poker and hooked it right up his butthole, pushing up savagely.  The man let out a cry and pushed up to the standing position.  Quickly I positioned the triangle a couple of inches higher than the man=s butt had just been and fastened it to the cross.  When Benny pulled the poker out of his torn asshole, he slumped down.  The sharp point raked a bloody line down his lower back and the man struggled, pushing up with his crucified feet to look for a better position to settle on the point.  Several times he sat down with his paddled ass on the point only to reflexively stand up as the sharp point drove bloody holes into the dark purple skin.  After several attempts, he settled onto the sharp point with his asshole surrounding it.  This bruised his hole but was apparently the most tolerable position because he let out an anguished sigh and finally started breathing a little less raspy.   In fact, he let out a long anguished moan and started to cry!  AOh fuck, fuck you, god, oh, oh, oh, oh, please.@

Satisfied he was not going to die right away I grinned at Benny, snapped my fingers and pointed to the stairs.  We dragged the naked woman up the stairs and I unplugged her ears. 

            "OK babe, time to get washed up.  Take care of that, B,@ I said.  While Benny took the bitch into the bathroom for a good scrubbing and a painful douche, I went into Jaynee=s room.

            She was still laying on the floor where I had left her, crying softly.  I unplugged her ears and took her in my arms, whispering to her.

            AHey babe, I=m back.@

            APlease don=t hurt me, please, please, I never did anything to you...why are you doing this, I..@

            I interrupted her string before it got to tiresome.  AShhh, I am not going to hurt you girlfriend.  I never hurt my pretty girlfriends.  She was wearing a sheer nightgown and her blindfold.  My hard on brushed against her shapely leg.

            ABut I ooooofff..@  I cut her off, squeezing her breath out of her so hard she stopped and grunted in pain.  My lips brushed her ear.


            AShhh, I just want a little sex girlfriend.  I promise that if you make it good for me I will make it good for you.  But I want you to CONVINCE ME that you want me and I want you to fuck me real good.@  I gripped her again, hurting her.  ADo you understand me baby, your not doing anything wrong by fucking me.  You are saving your life because if you don=t fuck me good, I am going to have to cut you.@

            I let the knife cut into her neck right where her carotid artery pulsed, drawing a bead of blood, and she collapsed like a house of cards.

            AOK, please God, OK, you can fuck me.  Just don=t hurt me, please.@

I kept holding her in a grip of iron:  AYou don=t understand the rules baby.  I am not going to fuck you, YOU are going to fuck me.  You are going to be my willing and eager girlfriend tonight and if you do that I will tie you back up here and your family will find you tomorrow.  But if you don=t fuck me like a horny bride on her wedding night, I am going to cut your pussy open with this knife.@ 

            I slipped the blade into the mouth of her pussy and she shuddered uncontrollably.  AOK, I will fuck you.  I will make it good for you.  Don=t hurt me boyfriend.  Please, please don=t hurt me.@

            I smiled and hugged her to me, holding her tight for several minutes while she got her breathing back under control.  Then I kissed her on the mouth, intimately slipping my tongue inside her, running my lips over hers.  I smiled as she started to respond and pulled back, reluctantly breaking the kiss.

            AOK, that is great girlfriend, but I am going to have to plug up your ears again, so we can fuck downstairs.@

            ABut I..@  I stopped her protests gently with my finger and quickly plugged her ears again with wax.  Then I gently helped her to her feet and guided the blindfolded little slut down the stairs.

            Our crucifixion boy was standing on his nail and let out an anguished groan of equal parts frustration  and agony as he slid his scourged back down the splintered wood, sliding his butthole around the sharp triangle.  He was hanging just a foot away from me so I hugged his daughter tightly to me.  As I started to kiss her again, I could see that both his shoulders had dislocated and the nails pressing on his crushed medial nerve, caused him to shudder in agony as he hung in front of me gasping for breath like a fish out of water.  I hugged and kissed the innocent little girl for a long time.  My hard on was raging and I almost came right into the air when Janey started to play with my dick.  She was really playing the part of girlfriend!  I maintained the kiss and gently pushed her down on the floor, my tongue buried in her mouth, her lips moving all over in genuine passion.  I reached into her waistband and started fingering her VERY wet pussy.  Quickly I slipped her shirt and then underwear off.  I continued holding her with one arm while we continued to make out in front of her dying father for a long time.  Then I slid down her body and started to lick her pussy.  I kept it up mercilessly until she started to buck and go AOoh, OOH, Ooh.@  Then I took her chin gently in my hand and let her taste her pussy on my mouth and tongue as I gently slid into that pussy with my now throbbing hard cock.  She was incredibly tight and wrapped her legs around me, pumping with me, obviously trying to cum!

            AOh yeah baby, you know what your doing.  You are no inexperienced virgin, baby.  Your just a filthy slut aren=t you?  Your Daddy didn't=t take very good care of you did he, letting all the guys fuck you.  Or did your Daddy fuck you little girl?@  I said to nobody in particular but could not believe the genuine passionate fuck I was getting!


            With all those lines of coke, the Viagra, this incredibly beautiful young girl fucking me hard, and of course the awesome view of that filthy fucking Jew bastard squirming in agony and dying right in front of me, I was able to last for a LONG time.  Actually I wonder if it wasn=t that the Viagra just let me have multiple orgasms.  I swear I had absolutely filled that bitch up with my cum by the time the drugs had worn off enough for me to finish.  It just kept leaking more and more until the final sweaty finale. 

            But all good things come to an end so finally I came for a final time deep in her cooch and I swear she came again as I shuddered to a halt.  Lifting up off the naked spooj receptacle I looked her father right in his eyes and laughed in triumph at the tears.  He was shuddering in agony and crying softly, tears rolling down his face!  Fucking perfect!

            I sat down on the floor for some more coke as the fucker=s daughter laid there, not knowing what to do.  After a few minutes and a few lines Benny came downstairs.  Without any hesitation he jumped on the little slut fucking her HARD.  He picked up the flexible girl and put his shoulders on her legs.  She let out a scream as she realized it wasn=t her >boyfriend= and started to struggle but she wasn=t going anywhere.  Benny fucked her good for a long time, even longer than I had.  Viagra is one of the greatest inventions known to man.  It keeps you hard for HOURS in a marathon fuck session and this tight cunt was fucking incredible.  I had probably just ridden her for 45 minutes and I swear if Benny didn't=t fuck her for an hour while my brain toasted.  The sight was absolutely incredible.  The daughter of my enemy being violently gang raped until she was in pain and exhausted while my enemy looked on, hanging crucified on the walls of his own house.  AWSOME!  Finally Benny came in her and she curled into a fetal position, sobbing and crying hysterically.

            Her father had a haunted look in his eyes.  I watched him for a long time and before we realized it, the clock showed 4:30 a.m.  Nithanski left the house every day at 7:40 a.m. so only had another 2 hours or so before we had to start cleaning up.

The crucified boy was trying to say something.  He was struggling in agony pressing on the nails.

            AP..ppllleease!@  Was all he could spit out in an agonized gasp.

            AOh you don=t have to worry about that pretty girl.  We are going to take her and your pretty little wife to Benny=s Biker gang and they will fuck her over the next 3 weeks until there both dead.  The only sad thing is you won=t be around to see it.@  I patted his leg lightly.  The wooden triangle he was perched on stuck deep into his ass and I could see blood trickling down the wood.

            ABut that little thing you=re sitting on looks like it hurts.  Let me take it out for you.@  With that I grabbed the tire iron and pried out the seat.  Immediately he dropped onto his dislocated shoulders and his butt slid down the wood beam until stopped by his heels anchored to the wood by the nails in his feet.  He could no longer even pretend to make any sound.  It was all he could do to push up on his legs just to get a shallow breath.  I realized with horror that a man could continue in this state for hours and hours before he died and for the first time felt a flash of pity. 
            I stifled it quickly as I saw the pretty teenager on the ground still sobbing.  I took her in my arms and unplugged one of her ears.

            AHey girlfriend, I want you to suck me now and then we will let you go,@ I whispered.


AOh God, please.  Oh please why are you hurting me, please, please don=t hurt me any more.@  She cried pathetically.

            AGirlfriend, you know the rules, you have to want me, now I want my girlfriend to suck me NOW or you die.@  I slapped her hard, stunning her back to reality.  She went into survival mode and agreed to suck me.  I smiled.  I let her blow me for several minutes until I was good and hard again.  I could not get enough of that tight pussy and wanted to try it again so threw her backwards suddenly and jumped on for another ride.  I fucked her for a few minutes but it was clear the Viagra and coke were starting to wear off or I was going past my limits. 

            I rolled over and had the little slut ride me up and down.  That was when Ben started to push his drooling cock into her virgin asshole.  She screamed and tried to pull off but Ben was way to strong for her.  She continued to try to scream in pain for as while until I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to mine for another tongue kiss while Ben continued to pound her butthole.  I had lost all understanding of time and just enjoyed the sensations and my buzz until Ben came in her ass.  I pulled out of her sloppy pussy and pushed into her butt.  The warm, even tighter confines finally let me come for the 4th time that night after another long sweaty struggle.

            I collapsed on the slut and lay there for several minutes.  The clock read 6:19 a.m.  We had to be out the door at 7:40.  I sighed and pulled up off the girl.

             I did a final toot and then made the only humanitarian gesture of the night. 

            ABenny, I think we fucked our buddy=s daughter enough, why don=t you take her upstairs.  And dumb fuck, put some pants on her first, she is dripping all over the place.@

            He smiled and without a word threw a towel between the slender legs of the sobbing girl and lifting her in both his hands carried her upstairs.

            The clean up took precisely one hour.  We had practiced the entire operation twice so it went exactly as planned.  We brought in the 5 gallon buckets of bleach and peroxide and Benny hosed down the entire basement with the high pressure paint sprayer.  I took the 2 sluts upstairs and taped their mouths shut.  Then I threw them in the shower and gave them both a good scrubbing one at a time.  I paid careful attention to their pussy=s and ass, sticking my finger deep in them.  I also gave each of them 2 painful dual enemas- two tubes, one for each hole filled them up twice with hot soapy water while they moaned and squirted the water out of their holes.  Dammit, we had not made provisions to tape this section.  Too bad!

            Then I took them individually, putting each in their own bedroom, I handcuffed them tightly to beds on the backs while tying there feet widely apart.  Finally, I brought up 2 more 5 gallon buckets, put them on the dresser and computer shelf respectively, and plugged them into the pussy and ass of each of our little Aalleged@ rape victims.  The buckets held a strong peroxide solution with a pinch of detergent that we hoped would erase any DNA evidence by the time they were found.  I opened the valve and started the slow flow into there orifices.

            Going downstairs I could see Ben had cleaned the entire room and the scent of cleaner was very strong, making me cough. 


            I looked at our crucifixion victim and he was barely alive, not even gasping for breath but you could still see the struggle.  I took a glass of water and threw it in his face.  Then I picked up the tire iron.  When his eyes focused on me with dim recognition I swung it against the middle of his right shin, breaking the leg with a horrible crack.  He reflexively stood up and, incredibly was able to exhale a breath of air that was worse than anything you could even imagine.  After a few seconds I struck the other leg and the same thing happened.  I watched him for another minute and it was clear the Earth was not going to be polluted with any more air breathed out by this Jew fuck lawyer.  Good.

We put on our gloves and carried the rest of the equipment that Benny had not burned in the fireplace back to the car.  Then we drove to the mall with our victim's stolen car and transferred all the equipment to the Van at the Bus station.  Finally, cleverly, we parked our stolen car near the Amtrak station and then walked more than a mile back to the Bus station.  We cleaned up in a public restroom and then took the bus to Orlando.  I smiled.  My girlfriend had checked into the Hotel yesterday and she was picking us up at the next stop.  The perfect getaway.  And I still have the tape!

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