INCREmental Sexual Violence

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       Finally things appeared to be going well for me again.

       I'd had a real dry spell, almost three weeks, which was pretty well a record. I was tired of jerking off and wanted the real pussy again, but every potential kidnapping victim I'd stalked, and was ready to snatch, the plans had gone off track for various and sundry reasons and I was becoming pretty pissed. And when I got that way, I could be careless, and it wasn't carelessness that was allowing me to line up victim number seventeen.

       I was feeling dejected after the last failed attempt, whereby I'd escaped detection, just by the skin of my teeth and was skimming the evening news on my personal video recorder, just to catch up on the main stuff. I was set to erase what was there, but thought I should check the financial segment to see if anything was affecting my stock holdings, which were substantial.

       As the images clicked by, one caught my eye. And I was back to it in a flash. Fuck, was she good looking. She was a family therapist, commenting on how today's hyperactive children were putting a strain on family life and was offering counteractive measures to help parents cope. I fucking had her on tape and, of course, her name was featured prominently. And to think I'd almost erased it. One little push of the button and she would have been gone, and I'd never have known she existed.

       Geeze, was fate fickle

       I knew, in that same flash, we were going to meet.

       I just fucking knew it.

       I Goggled her within minutes, and in no time the website for her practice was before me, with a really nice picture of her, plus quite a few more of her at various functions. It seemed she was well respected and sought after as a guest speaker. She seemed to warm to the attention. I wondered how she'd warm to mine.

       And I knew how to seek after her too.

       Part of her website revealed she was located in a converted, seven story, General Electric manufacturing plant that once was known as 'Radio Valve', up until the early nineteen fifties.

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       Of all helpful things, I knew the building well and it was massive. Large portions had never been converted because of practical considerations and then there was the basement and lower ramps that had been used for some truck accesses. The basement was a dungeon and went on for ever and portions had been shut off from use for many years. Between the partitioning, and hallways and dead ends, and multiple staircases and freight elevators, the building was a kidnapper's paradise.

       I'd phoned her, a week earlier, from a payphone so there'd be no traceable record, on the guise that my cell phone battery had just died, to make an appointment.

       And now I was there to keep my appointment with her cunt.

       The thing was, I'd made it for the last one of her day. She worked until nine pm on Thursdays, and I was supposed to be there for eight and I pay-phoned her ten minutes late to let her know traffic had been bad and I'd be there shortly, and was my wife there already? She wasn't because she didn't exist.

       I was into the parking level and had little trouble finding my way into the unused portion of the basement where my transport van was now hidden and waiting for us.

       I had an expensive briefcase, I'd picked up at a garage sale, with all the usual kidnapping shit in it, one might need. Mainly, a handgun and switchblade, ropes and cords, a gag and I threw in a few extras like needles and nails for piercing and a taser for zapping. And even a clothes line adjustor and a hammer and ever useful duct tape.

       I was at her office door, which she had locked, I guessed for safety reasons because it was later and already dark outside. She could never be too careful, or so she thought. And yet the wolf was at her door.

       Standing erect with an erection.

       There was absolutely no one around. It was the beginning of a long holiday weekend and buggering off early was the top priority of the many others who worked in the building. The therapist was extra dedicated and always put her patients first. Even new ones, she hadn't yet met.  I'd come along a back corridor and in through an exit that was supposed to be locked.

       I'd visited earlier to set it all up.

       I took a deep fucking breath, gave my cock a last grip, to adjust its swollen position, and tapped ever to gently on the entrance to her existence.

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       She called out, from what seemed like another room, 'Yes. Just a minute. Mr. Williams. Bill Williams?'

       Her voice was getting stronger as she spoke.

       'Yes. Yes it is. I'm sorry I'm late.'

       I could hear her approaching the door and she had no fucking idea her world was about to start revolving around me, and just around me. So much for her husband and kids and her precious practice.

       So much for her 'empathy'.

       Excerpts from her web site read as follows:

       "Stephanie offers individual (child and adult) and family therapy, as well as parent coaching and children’s social skills groups. She also teaches parenting courses and speaks at schools, organizations, and agencies across the US and Canada."

       And then the mumbo jumbo bullshit shit:

       "Raising your children with Empathy

       Empathy is the most important part of being a parent. The truth is, it is the most important part of being human. It is what connects us to one another, what holds relationships together, and what allows us to experience mutual respect and caring. We know that children respond well to empathy from birth, that it is critical for healthy development in general, and, in particular, for the development of a cohesive and organized sense of self. Empathy is an essential parenting tool, and while we do not always feel like being empathic, it is critical in many, many ways to your child's happiness and success.

       Understanding how to use empathy as a parenting tool will enhance and integrate all the techniques you already use and all the knowledge you may already have derived from your own experience, from other parenting books, or from other resources you may have accessed.

       There are many wonderful parenting books and seminars available, most will emphasize how important it is to show empathy and validate your child's feelings. What is not discussed is how to do it. Being empathic is a complex and challenging skill that most parents struggle with. I help parents work on connecting (both verbally and nonverbally) with playfulness, compassion, and acceptance by using many of the skills therapists use in their work with clients. I will teach parents how to use the very specialized skill of 'mirroring', in balance with limit setting as a highly effective and nurturing way to parent children. It is a beautiful gift to your children, it will bring out the best in you and your child."

       Fucking cunt, did she really believe all that crap and shit?

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       Well, we'd see soon enough. We'd see how much empathy she had for me and my balls and my great swinging dick.

       She opened the door and greeted me warmly.

       She extended her hand to shake mine, and I took her fine fingers and held them and forced myself not to caress them. It was much, much to soon for any of that sort of thing.

       'I'm Stephanie Kensari and you're Bill.'

       'I am. That I am. Did my wife get here yet?'

       'No. And not a word. Have you heard?'

       'Well yes, sort of. She said if she wasn't here by a quarter after, she didn't think she'd be able to make it, and I should get things started without her and the next time we'd get all caught up together. Does that sound all right?'

       'Well it's not ideal, but it'll have to do since it's after that time now and she's not here.'

       'OK. I hope it is and you're not put out.'

       'No.. No, I'm not I suppose.'

       'No, what is it. Tell me.'

       'You had said you don't have a medical plan that covers this. It often falls under mental health benefits. But you, you're paying for it yourself?

       'Yes. Yes, oh, I see. The single rate or the couples rate?'

       'Well they are different, since with two, there is so much more interaction and analysis.'

       'That's fine. Just consider this as a couples' session then. Besides she still might arrive.'

       She seemed satisfied and ushered me on in through an outer waiting room into her quite spacious office.

       I'd totally snowed her and she sensed no imminent danger.

       Now that that was settled, I could get to my mission at hand.

       Now this was a bitch.

       This was a cunt.

       Smart and strong and born in nineteen-sixty. She was bigger than the victims I usually sought out, but not in a horsy way at all. She was a good five foot ten and I guessed, a hundred and fifty pounds or a bit more. But she was not fat. Not in the least. I guessed, in a fight, she'd probably be able to beat me up and that thought excited me. The fact I sensed she'd be able to overpower me but would never get the chance. Anyhow, she was pretty in an arrogant, self-assured way and was sure she had all the answers. She just didn't know what my fucking perverted questions and requests and demands would be.

       She had an air, thee air.

       She was authority and sincerity.

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       She was dressed in a casual pink blouse, unbuttoned at the top and gabardine grey slacks. She was unadorned with jewelry and her shoulder length, blond hair fell over her face. She wasn't extraordinarily beautiful, but she was plenty good looking, and it was her body and intelligence that really got me going. She certainly was pretty, approaching very pretty.

       'You have a nice office here. And this is some old building.'

       'Yes. Thank you. It used to be the old General Electric building where they made the tubes for TVs and radios. Imagine, they actually used those things in the past. My what a long way we've come.'

       'Yeah, it is amazing, in so short a time.'

       I sat in a chair across from her oak desk and rested by case on my knee. I unlatched it and got a bit excited.

       I paused for a moment to assess and reflect.

       The thing was, there I was sitting across from her, knowing I was going to see her pussy and slaughter its contents, its cuntents.

       And she had no fucking idea, yet.

       And there she was sitting across from me and I knew she'd be sucking my cock.

       And she had no fucking idea. yet.

       Now I ask you, how much better does it get than that? How much more delicious and suspenseful. I almost felt sorry for her, but my cock didn't and it ruled me.

       I was ready to start. No need to waste time on any more pleasantries or reflections.

       'So. You're the therapist.'

       She looked at me odd. Like, duhhh, you already know that, which is why you are here, so why are you saying it?

       'The one I saw on TV, on the news.'

       'Well yes, but you were referred by, it says here, Dr. Trant.'

       She was thumbing through a book of some kind.

       'Yeah, but I saw your interview too. Where you talked about empathy and also the growing problem of hyper-active kids and the effects they're having on the school system, the teachers and the parents. The strain they put on available resources. You spoke quite well, I must say, so I'd guess you've done that sort of thing before.'

       'Oh yes, quite often I've been...Where does Trant practice? I can't find the listing for him here..not at the address you said.'

       'Oh.... I.... You know, you looked pretty good during that interview. Like sexy. If I recall, you were dressed the same as now.'

       'Yes, I don't know..About Dr. Trant.'

       She wanted to ignore the sexy part.

       She was smelling a rat already and I was a big fucking one.

       I must have been giving off that hyper-sexual excited air.

       And she knew all about hyper, didn't she?

       'You know it was really nice how they had that long shot of you with the voice over. How you were walking towards the camera, sort of casual but professional with your hair blowing. And then how you spoke so sincerely and directly into the camera like you really knew what you were talking about.'

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       'I don't think that's appropriate. We're not here to talk about me, but about the dysfunction in your family, as you outlined.'

       'Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought you were sort of... whatever, sexy, during the whole TV thing.'

       'The family problem, the anger issues, I suppose we should get a general outline of what they are. What you perceive them to be. And what is the trouble with your daughter? She's seven, isn't that what this says?'

       'Yes, Melissa, Missy, she's just turned seven.'

       'And what seems to be the problem?'

       It was time to really let her have it.

       It was time to outrage her.

       I had my hand inside the briefcase with my finger on the gun trigger.

       'Well, I feel so ashamed about this, but Missy's accused me of molesting her.'

       The therapist looked shocked.

       'There was no mention. That's not..there's nothing of that sort.'

       'I know. I was afraid you wouldn't see me if I revealed the true nature of the problems, and judging from your reacton, I was probably right.'

       'Problems? More than such a serious accusation?'

       It was time to seriously outrage her.

       'Well yeah, you see, she saw me fucking one of her little friends in the ass and she tried to stop me so I had to kick her in her cunt, and I....' I didn't even get to finish, she was so outraged.

       'I'm calling security. This session's over and I want you to leave immediately.'

       There was no security at that time of night, but she didn't know I knew that. Besides, it wasn't even much. Just a front lobby, with a receptionist for the various business and to direct visitors accordingly.

       Security was the cops, five minutes away.

       She reached for the phone-set on her desk.

       I pointed my handgun, my pocket twenty-two, right at her forehead.

       'Put it down. Put it fucking down.'

       She hesitated, and just sort of froze, I supposed debating whether or not to obey or ignore my command.

       She was agog.

       But she went to keep on dialing.

       'You think you can get that done before I put a bullet in you?'

       She was still fighting with herself.

       I assumed she'd never had a real gun pointed at her before.

       Probably not even a replica one.

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       The thing is, the cunts know, especially the smart and savvy ones, that the moment they give up the slightest bit of their control, that it means they are being controlled. It is a crucial, major line that once crossed often leads to heartbreak and even tragedy. She had a decision to make and it all revolved around if I would use the revolver or not. It revolved around a revolver. How appropriate, I thought.

       'I'll make it easy for you. On the count of three, I'm going to shoot you in the tit, whether you put the phone down or not.'

       She took note of my sexual reference and didn't like it.

       A twinge flashed through her crotch, like of suspicion and an alert.

       Now she looked genuinely afraid and more than shocked and quickly gave up what she knew she should not.

       She crossed the line to my side.

       'One.'

       'No. No. I've put it down. I'm not calling..'

       'Two..'

       'Are you crazy? What do you think you're doing, coming in here and making these kinds of threats.'

       'Three...'

       I pulled the trigger and she cowered in expectation.

       There was a deafening - click.

       'Oh, I forgot, there's no bullet in the first chamber, but there is in the next. Should I try again?'

       'No. No, stop.'

       'One.'

       'Stop it. Just stop it, so we can talk. So I can find out what you want from me.'

       'OK. OK, then you just sit down and shut the fuck up.'

       'Alright, you don't have to swear. I'm co-operating. You can see I am. So stop threatening me. And don't point your gun at me.'

       She was trembling but trying to force herself to look strong.

       Her eyes were pale ice blue and were angry and defiant.

       She took a deep breath and tried to look right through me, like stare me down. I was looking at her heaving chest. Should I, or shouldn't I, try to get a few feels right now, or wait?

       She saw my leering look and turned sideways, in her chair, as if it would obscure her chest a bit. Was she kidding, or delusional? It didn't. She had to be thirty-six C or D so there was no where for her to hide them.

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       'Stand up.' I ordered her.

       She didn't move.

       I gave her a wry look, like an or else look.

       'Well you talk a lot, I can see, but I thought you were supposed to listen too. But I can see you don't do it very well.'

       'I, no.. This isn't right.'

       'My gun makes it right, so stand the fuck up, or I'll finish the count and shoot you right through your nipple.'

       The twinge in her crotch confirmed her suspicions.

       There was a sexual element to this matter, sitting across from her with a gun and apparently quite prepared to use it.

       She needed to obey, for now, she figured.

       She needed to force herself to be pragmatic and to use all of her feminine wyles and sexual intelligence.

       She needed to temper my lust, so she thought she could.

       She slowly pushed up from the chair, with her hands on the desk, and tried to stay hunched over behind it, like somehow the desk would hide how well built she was. She knew she had a good figure and took pride in it and did the working out things plus some jogging. She wished her blouse wasn't undone at the top and that her slacks didn't fit her so snugly. And she wished she wasn't so busty.  Too many men failed to look her in the eye when they talked with her, or tried to sneak looks that they thought she didn't notice. She wished her tits weren't so developed, or her nipples getting hard out of fear.

       'Stand up straight.'

       She did, but tried to turn away to the side.

       It didn't fucking matter, her side profile was every bit as sensual.

       'Oh, you don't want to face me? Then turn right around.'

       She liked that idea even less, so straightened right up and pushed her figure boldly into my face, as if to say, so this is what I've got. It's mine and I'm hometown proud of it. I am woman. I am strong. And if you don't like it, that's your problem.

       But I was her unfolding problem.

       'Very nice. Fuck, you're pretty. Just like I saw you on TV only better. Much better in person. And you smell good too.'

       The smell of her fear mixed with her perfume was intoxicating.

       She just tried to glare me down.

       'Well you could thank me for the compliment. It was one, you know. You do know what a sexual compliment is, don't you?'

       'You like talking like that to me. Don't you? It makes you feel powerful and in control.'

       'The gun makes me do that. It's my pecker that likes to talk dirty. Do you want to see it?'

       'So that's what this is about then. You think you're going to assault me?'

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       'Well now. I don't know. You know, it's funny. You're the therapist. What if you parse the word?'

       'Uh? What?'

       'Parse it.'

       'I know what parse means, but it doesn't apply.'

       'Sure it does, you dumb cunt, break it down.'

       'Therapist.?'

       'Spell it.'

       'T..h..e..'

       'Stop.'

       'T..h..e.?

       'OK, now finish, like separate.'

       'R..a..p..i..s..t.'

       She gave me the most anguished look.

       'Now isn't that rich, the way it breaks down. The way it runs out.' I gloated it at her.

       'No. No, you're not going to. No. I won't let you. Not here. This is my sanctuary, where I help people.'

       'Well that's decent, so now you'll help me. Open your blouse.'

       She gave me the blankest look.

       I gave her one back and then a smirk and pointed the gun down her body until her crotch was in its sites.

       She took a trembling breath in, like she couldn't believe I'd suggest I'd shoot here there.

       I stared hard, right at how the fabric of her slacks stretched across her hard cunt bone.

       She still fought my command.

       'You want a cunt full of lead...'

       'No. You wouldn't.' she interrupted.

       'Or a cunt full of dick?'

       'Oh God, you're enjoying this so much, aren't you. Making me scared and saying the awful things?'

       'Look bitch, therapy bitch, now don't just open your blouse, take it fucking off.'

       'I'll open it. OK. But not off. I'll do what you said.'

       'You're fucking right you will.'

       Her fingers could hardly manage the five simple buttons and I snickered at the thought of her undoing her slacks.

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       The buttons were undone but her blouse wasn't open.

       I could see her white bra at the center, but only about an inch wide of it.

       Now she was doing the same, nothing.

       It was like a stand-off again instead of a clothes-off.

       I stood up myself now.

       I put the gun to my cock.

       'It's either this gun or this gun. Undo your pants at the top.'

       Now she was set to shed her blouse.

       'No stop.'

       'What? What now?'

       'Hold your arms up instead. Right up above your head.'

       She looked at me like I was weird.

       'Up. Up, fucking stick them up, like for a robbery. Stick 'em up.' I joked.

       Slowly she raised them and, of course, it pushed her ample bust out, and revealed more of her bra.

       They were sort of above her head now, at least as far as she was willing to do it.

       'Now reach right for the fucking ceiling. Like you're trying to touch it. Right on you tip toes.'

       She wouldn't.

       Of course, I had the knife too, in my rape kit. An Italian switch with a four inch blade.

       I showed it to her and walked over to intimidate her.

       I flicked it open right in front of her face.

       Funny thing is, good looking women are more afraid of knives than guns. It's the thing about possible disfigurement, at least according to the FBI studies on serial rapists, and I found that to be totally true.

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       She couldn't have stretched any further up if she'd been hanging, suspended from the ceiling by her wrists.

       Now it was OK. Now it was all better.

       I looked right in her defiance.

       I defied her back.

       'Want to try something? I'll slice your fucking face. Go ahead, try it. Maybe I should carve 'cunt' in your cheeks.'

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       She didn't know which she felt more, fear or anger, but knew not to retaliate. I could stab her or slice her faster than she could hit me.

       'No, don't cut my face.'

       'Maybe I should carve your other cheeks then.'

       She seemed to pull her ass in tight.

       I parted her blouse with the knife tip.

       The buttons slid past and off her bra cup.

       The other side did the same.

       Fuck, fuck and holy fuck.

       Her nipples had hardened, even more, from the fear.

       'Well, I'll be. I can see what you're thinking. Look down. Look at your tits.'

       Her mouth trembled and her chin quivered and she peered at her cleavage.

       'So? You see it too?'

       She wouldn't answer.

       'You fucking cunt, why are your nipples hard? I haven't even put the knife to them.'

       'No. No don't please. Please.'

       'Fuck, they look like grapes.'

       'Stop it. I'm scared. That's what you want to hear isn't it? That you've made me scared. That's why they're.. they're..'

       For the first time now, I took hold of her.

       I gripped her head at the side and by the back of her neck and pulled her face towards me.

       'You say it, and you use the correct term or I'll cut one off.'

       'That's why they're erect. Because I'm scared.'

       'And not because you're sexually excited then.'

       'No. No, of course not. You know that.'

       'What about down there. That erect too?'

       'You're disgusting and I'm not going to play your little games anymore.'

       I pulled on her hair, at the side, and put the knife to her throat.

       I pulled her head back and she went to lower her arms a bit.

       'Keep 'em up. Up, fucking up.'

       She reached for the stars.

       I put my arm across her front, under her tits and pushed up under them. They were resting on me. I pushed harder up, so that I was starting to slide over them while mashing them to her breastplate.

       I was finally being intimate.

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       She was finally ready to cry.

       And her eyes went misty.

       And her brain was starting to fog.

       She needed to control her mind, and she couldn't.

            She needed to numb her emotions, and she could not.

            "I will not cry. I will not cry. I won't give this bastard the satisfaction. I won't afford him the control. I will not cry. God help me not to. God. God help me. Why?" She said it all in her mind, to herself and to her Saviour, as a splendid, lone tear crept down her cheek, and her proud chin quivered just enough to bertay her, like, so I could see, I was getting to her.

       I released her and stepped right back, away from her.

       She looked down, like ashamed and now just fidgeted.

       'Put your arms down and undo you pants.'

       She went to.

       'And give me your blouse.'

       She took it off straight and put her hand out to offer it to me.

       Her tits were fucking spectacular. She had to be 36D, but  beautifully shaped, like the smaller ones would usually be.

       'Just hold it. Just fucking stop. I have to look at you. I can't fucking believe how well formed you are.'

       She wasn't flattered.

       'I'm telling you. I gotta tell you, if your crotch, if your cunt's anywhere nears as nice, fuck are you in trouble. You're fucking going to wish you were never born with it. Or with them.'

       'I told myself I wouldn't do this. Give you the satisfaction, but I'm begging you. Stop it. Stop it now. You're fueling yourself, your lust and.. I, no. I can't control it then.'

       'You control it? You take control of it?'

       She knew the moment she let it slip out she'd made a mistake.

       'You move. You fucking move and I'll stab you in the belly. Right in your gut. You control it? Control this.'

       'No, no, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way. It just slipped out.'

       'Well this just slipped too.'

       I pulled her bra cup out and cut a three inch gash right where it would cover her nipple.

       I let it snap back and her nipple poked out.

       'The next thing you say, that I don't like, and I'll cut that off. I swear it, I will.'

       She looked convinced.

       'Now undo your slacks.'

       He chest jiggled and her nipple bobbed as she trembled and fumbled with the top button.

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       'You want me to do it for you?'

       'No, no, I'll be Ok. I'm scared. You've made me scared and humiliated.'

       'Fuck you. I want to do it now.'

       She looked totally resigned.

       'Turn around.'

       'Uh? Why? Please..'

       'Just do as you're told.'

       Slowly her back was to me and I retrieved the handcuffs from my case and was right back to her back. I slid them down the side of her face and went to cuff her first wrist.

       Now she knew to fight.

       Once that was done, her chances diminished dramatically.

       She needed to take drastic action and I knew it.

       But still I didn't pay quite enough attention, I guess because I was getting so horny and jittery at the prospect of seeing into her pussy.

       There was a heavy crystal vase on her desk and she managed to scoop it up and swing it at me in one smooth, fell swoop. She caught me a glancing blow, at my ear, and I cried out in pain and dropped the cuffs and the gun fell from my pants pocket.

       It was the gun, I was more worried about. This was a strong bitch, stronger than me, and by now a motivated bitch, and she sprung fast. She was around to me and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back and punched me in the temple. It wasn't a slap. It was meant to be a killer punch. I know I saw stars. At least that's what the white spots looked like to me, the fucking milky way.

       Somehow, because my life, and my raping career were in danger, I managed to twist away, but the gun had skittered across the floor and she was onto getting it.

       Now she was bolting and then was face down on all fours, crawling that last little bit to retrieve it. Fuck, if I didn't stop her I was a goner. Her fucking ass was right in my view. If ever there was a reason to prevail, there it was with a sphincter in the middle of it. It invigorated me. It galvanized me.

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       I jumped up, into the air, and sort of dove, and crashed right on top of her back. She pancaked to the floor and gave a big gasp and groan and swung back, like a mad woman (I suppose she was angry) trying to connect with me. I got my hands under the soft inner parts of her arms and wrenched them way up above her head. I managed to pin her like that to keep her from reaching the last six inches for the gun.

       She was bucking her ass up, trying to throw me off and I managed to get up and grabbed her by one ankle, and dragged her back farther away from the pistol. Now somehow she turned and was facing mostly up and her tits were bouncing wildly. I managed to kick her in the side of a breast and then jammed my foot into her crotch, onto her cunt and I pulled with all my might on her leg.

       She shrieked out, 'Stop it. You're hurting me. Stop it. I'm sorry.'

       I'm sure she was now.

       I pulled harder on her ankle.

       Her labia were mashed                

       Now I raised up and was basically standing on her inner thigh right at her crotch.

       She let up on the struggling.

       It fucking hurt and she was afraid I'd stand full on her cunt.

       I moved forward and ended up standing on her belly and she groaned and gasped.

       I had the gun.

       I got the knife.

       I got the cuffs.

       I sat right down on her tits.

       I bounced up and down, like on a big beach ball.

       I put the knife right to her jugular.

       She went all limp and wimpy.

       'Good try cunt. Good try. But not good enough.'

       I brought her face forward and kissed her.

       It was the first time out lips met.

       She spat at me, into my mouth, to reject my kiss.

       I cut her.

       A little.

       To the side of her jaw.

       And kissed her again.

       This time she let me.

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       I slid down onto her tummy and her nipple was poking out of her cut bra cup.

       I ran the tip of the switch blade across it.

       She gasped and mewled.

       'I should fucking cut it off.'

       'No. No, please don't. I'll do anything.'

       'Of course, you will. They all get to that eventually. And you're no different.'

       'There's been others?'

       'Lots and lots. Mind your own business. I'm going to mind it soon. Isn't that right?'

       'If that's what you want. I said I would. I'll co-operate.'

       'Fine, Onto your side.'

       I stood up over her, and then hunched down and cuffed her wrists behind her back.

       What she had fought for, what she had risked her life for, not to have happen, was now a good done deal.

       I turned her back on her back, with her arms pinned behind her. She was fucking uncomfortable, and besides it hurt.

       I stood up and started to undress.

       Just my shirt first.

       I pinched my own nipples hard.

       She looked at me with big eyes.

       I got a hat pin from my brief case and showed it to her.

       I shoved it into my own nipple, right down the center.

       She looked at me with bigger eyes.

       I had another one.

       Her nipple was peeking out her cut bra cup still.

       I aimed the next hat pin for it.

       She bucked up to deflect my aim.

       'The needle or the knife. Your choice.' I said.

       She melted flat to the floor.

            Now she was sobbing proper.

       I placed the tip of the pin to the very center of her nipple and touched ever so lightly.

       She'd never been assaulted like that before.

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       She tensed but didn't fight.

       I started to push inward.

       Her nipple sank into the flesh of her tit.

       I kept pushing and her nipple kept sinking.

       It wasn't just the pin disappearing,  it was my fingers which were holding it, sinking out of site too.        

       Finally, her nipple was hard against her breast rib.

       It hadn't been punctured yet.

       That was about to start and she knew it.

       I pressed it and turned it just a bit.

       I could feel the first little jump in.

       She felt it more.

       The skin was punctured.

       But she wasn't hollering.

       What a sensational, monumental moment.

       I was breaking into her through her skin.

       I was breaking in to her body.

       The place was totally deserted still, besides there was a storm outside and it had grown louder and the thunder seemed right over the building's roof by now too.

       Begging, 'don't, don't' loudly, wasn't screaming to me.

       Fuck it.

       And fuck it.

            She needed more.

            She needed worse.

       'You move and I'll stick a knife right though it, right through your nipple and between your ribs into your fucking heart. Got it?'

       She nodded a confused, yes.

       I got right up off her and went to my briefcase.

       I picked out a lucky, four inch, spiral, galvanized finishing nail.

       Now she'd holler.

       I bet.

       Give the thunder a run for its rolling.

       I sat right back on top of her, with it hidden in my closed fist.

       I used my fist to punch her.

       In her nipple.

       The one I'd tried to stick.

       The one I was intent on sticking.

       She looked begging.

       'Wanna see?' I showed her my closed fist.

       She nodded a confused, no.

       'Of course, you don't.'

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       I leaned forward and kissed her and whispered in her ear,

       'Fine, it'll be a surprise then.'

       'No. OK. Yes. I need to see.'

       'Yup, I think you do too.'

       I revealed it to her, six inches from her incredulous, disbelieving eyes.

       'You wouldn't. Oh, God no. No. No, you wouldn't. Why? Why? When? When did I ever do anything to you?'

       'When you were born with a cunt, bitch. That's when.'

       She seemed nonplussed.

       'When you were all born with cunts, the arrogant, good looking ones.'

       'But I'm not arrogant.'

       'Yes you are.'

       'No. No I'm not. You don't know me.'

       'But I know your type, you're all alike. Entitled, you think you're entitled and you're only entitled to my cock. Oh, yes I know you and I'm going to, and so much better, deeper, ha ha, that you'd ever have imagined. Deeper, yeah deeper,   just think of cervix and womb.'

       'No, but I'm not.'

       'You see, you can't stop contradicting me, so that makes you arrogant. You think you know better than me.'

       'I never. No, I didn't mean that.'

       'Well I'll show you.'

       I pointed the nail tip right back into her nipple center.

       I pushed it back in down, with a great deal of might, until her bud was pinned to her under rib again.

       'OK. I think that's got it.'

       'You're a monster.'        

       'On the count of three.'

       'You're inhuman.'

       'One...'

       'You're.. You're, how can I stop you?'

       'Two...'

       'How, please tell me? There must be a way.'

       Her nipple begged and her face begged too, for real.

       'By shutting the fuck up, and holding still for this - three.'

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       Well talk about puncturing a car tire.

       It was just like that.

       Right in through her rubber bud to let her air out.

       Especially now that she was screaming at the top of her lungs as the thunder clapped right along with me.

       And then she fell silent, right out cold stone unconscious.

       It couldn't have been the physical shock, it wasn't that bad. I hadn't cut it off, or anything like serious. It had to be the promise of more terror, her brain couldn't handle.

       Now I had her all to myself.

       I stood up and gazed down on her.

       I hadn't even gotten to her pussy and her slacks were fully in place except for her top button.

       I pulled her bra up, above both her tits.

       It took some doing, they were so developed and ripe, and it didn't want to stretch that far.

       Her nipple looked fucking fantastic.

       Even better than mine, with the pin still in it.

       The nail was only in about an inch.

       I needed to fix it.

       I kissed her head and then its'.

       I gripped her tit, like a vice hold, and squoze her areola out, hard.

       Now I could twist the nail all the way in.

       I had other plans.

       For her.

       I turned it to the side, inside her milk ducts and all the fat shit and aimed it to come out her skin about an inch from the outer edge of her areola.

       Now I knew where it was headed, clearly.

       But I wanted her awake for it.

       As it came out through her tit skin, from the inside out, Oh yeah, she had to be awake for that.

       I got another of the various sundries, from my brief case.

       The smelling salts.

       She was back in the land of the living (at least temporarily) within maybe ten seconds.

       She wished she wasn't.

       And I wasn't sure if that was awake or alive.

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       'Oh, God. Why? Why would you want to hurt me like that. Hurt my beautiful breast like that. It's for nurturing, for giving life. It fed my babies.'

       'Empathy? Empathy?' I joked and asked.

       'Exactly, yes. Yes, you see, you do know.'

       'Well you have some empathy then for my nipple. See how it looks.'

       'But you did it to yourself.'

       'No. No, you made me do it.'

       'No. No, how? Don't blame me for your perversion, your masochism.'

       'Ah, the m.'

       'What?'

       'The m. what's the other letter?'

       'Uh? What?'

       Don't play dumb, you dumb cunt bitch, come on, dot, and m.'

       'Oh. No. no, no, no,' She just kept repeating it and shaking her deeply terrified mind from side to side.

       'Say it. I want to hear you say it.'

       'I can't. It's too horrible. You're not that. No you can't be. No. Oh, God help me. There's so very few of real ones of those. Why me? Oh God, why?'

       'You got it, babe.'

       'No, it can't be.'

       'And I got you, babe. I just love that song.'

       She was pretty well like in a trance, at that moment.

       Like almost unconscious.

       I suppose it was the moment of the real realization of how dire her predicament truly was. She'd always thought she could talk her way out of any negative circumstance, even if it was dangerous or confrontational, even if it was sexual.

       But a sadist.

       A for real one.

       The deal real.

       They're so rare and unpredictable and untreatable, like a genuine psychopath. But this was a sexual psychopath.

       There are no worse words for a beautiful woman to hear.

       Not when she's being confronted and threatened and held by one.

       So that's when she knew she was truly and royally fucked and a whole lot more.

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       Even though technically she wasn't unconscious, I gave her the salts again, to snap her into splendid awareness.

       It worked like a charm.

       She looked right down to her breast, where I was working my magic, making the nail disappear, so she thought.

       Then she could see I intended to push it out from inside her.

       'No. No. Yes, I know now you're a sadist, but this is terrible. No you can't. How can you justify this in your mind?'

       'In my head?' I joked.

       'Yes. Yes, like I said.'

       'Well look at my head. See how he is.'

       I stripped off the rest of my clothes and my boner was straighter than her line of vision to look at it.

       'There. See. That's where my sadist mind lives. So I guess you might say, you're fucked.'

       'You're insane.'

       I ignored her true comment.

       'Well not yet', I continued.'but you're going to be fucked.'

       'Then just do it. Just rape me. But don't hurt me like this.'

       'You ever had it in your ass? I bet you'd like it like that.'

       'I can't think. I can't feel. Oh, God help me.'

       'You can't feel? Well I'll bet you feel this.'

       I twisted the nail right out the side of her tit and pushed until it was sticking out a good, full, mile long inch.

       She shrieked but stayed awake.

       I patted it and let go and stood back proud to see my artistry.

       Artistry in her flesh.

       She jiggled there sobbing.

       I needed to regroup from the violence she'd incited in me.

       'OK. OK, I think you've had enough for now.'

       She looked at me timid and distrustful.

       'Here, let me help you up, back onto your chair.'

       I gripped onto her fleshy arms, right under her pits and sort of dragged her to her wobbly feet. Her legs were like rubber and I knew that wasn't all of her that was like that.

       Engorged clits are all like rubber.

       I figured that was my next order of business.

       On the menu, you might say.

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       She flopped into the chair and just sank there desolate.

       I went to her softly and stroked her tear soaked face softly too. It seemed like I was done with the shoving and pushing her around. She had no idea soon she'd be going in circles or even in squares.

       'Fuck, that was intense, don't you think?'

       'You're a madman.'

       'No. I'm not mad at you.'

       'You're an insane man, if calling you a man applies at all.'

       'Oh, I think it does.' I gloated as I waved my boner knob right in front of her sensibilities.

       'That doesn't make you a man.'

       'But you see, that's your problem.'

       'What? What now?'

       'You just don't get it.'

       'What's there to get, when you're dealing with raving insanity?'

       'But you just don't get what your biggest problem is and I haven't even gotten to it yet.'

       She felt she was being led, but didn't know where the conversation was going.

       'Ok, so tell me. That's what you obviously want to do. To have me say, what's my biggest problem?'

       'Well you see, what it is....give me the envelope please.'

       'You're stupid as well.' She spat it at my ego.

       (You'd think with her superior knowledge and education and all that, she'd have known better. Just a dumb, arrogant, full of her own beauty, and self-assuredness, and successes, dumb, dumb, dumb cunt bitch.)

       'And the winner is..' I continued, 'What you've got there.'

       I pointed to her groin.

       'What you've got between your legs. That's your biggest problem.'

       She made the obtuse connection and knew it was bad.

       'So we'll have to do something about that, won't we? To fix your problem.'

       She looked terrified, for the first time, and more destitute, like she was alone in the whole wide world and deserted.

       By her God.

       'So stand up.'

       She shook her head side to side.

       'Lets see what I'm going to fix.'

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       Now, she fully understood, to the depth of her womanhood, that if I got my sadism going at her, into her vagina, she probably wouldn't get out of it alive. She had to, it was absolutely imperative, that she collect herself and draw on every ounce of her inner strength. (especially the strength inside her cunt) to deflect my greedy intentions. She had to use every pound of her professional experience and education. Some called her scary-smart. Now she'd have to prove it - to herself.

       'Stand the fuck up.'

       'Listen to me. Please just listen.' Her voice had gone all soft and reasonable, like super sincere, and therapeutic and manipulative. She still could out reason me, so she hoped. She knew about anger management and needed to manage my anger. But I seemed so calm and at peace with my actions.

       'I'll listen, but only if you're standing. And standing in your underwear.'

       That wasn't good.

       For her.

       How could she reason with me, about her cunt, if her crotch, and pale blue silk transparent panties were right there before my eager eyes calling out to me instead?

       Which voice would I hear?

       And men are visual.

       They see with their cocks, the one huge eye.

       'I'll stand up....' and she did slowly rising.

       Her fly zipper was half way down by now.

       'But I don't want to. You're too inflamed right now. You need to calm down to listen to my reason.'

       Fuck were her hips fantastic.

       I wanted to trip the hips fantastic.

       'Do as you please, but I won't listen until they're off.'

       She sensed another opportunity to try to fight. She could see I was obsessed and practically overwhelmed by her hips' beauty and the prospects of how she was going to look (and feel). My eyes were glassy and my boner throbbing, so it just might impair my senses, again she only hoped it.

       'OK. OK, but I can't get them off with my hands like this.'

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       She showed me her cuffed wrists behind her back, as if I didn't know they were that way.

       Did she think I was stupid?

       That I didn't know she'd fight again, the first chance she got?

       'Yeah. Yes, I suppose you're right.' I agreed.

       She sniffled to make herself seem less dangerous, like more harmless and defeated, like a possum.

       Those kinds of bitches are never defeated until they're dead. They're always plotting and they never think they won't win, especially when it comes to bettering a man, whose trying to take charge of them. She thought I was still trying. The rage was infused in her bones, against all rapists, even the benign ones and especially the chauvinistic ones.

       I knew it, but she didn't know how much I knew about her kind.

       Don't get me started on her kind.

       The fucking power bitches. The invincible, good looking ones with the killer bodies and attitudes to match. It seemed to start with their chins and the way they shoved them out, when they wanted to make a strong point. Like they thrust them out to hit somebody with. They were always making mouthy strong points. And then there is their mouth. The square set, flash of teeth that says, I'm aggressive. I'll bite you, if you cross me, and when it came to men what they really meant was, I'll bite your fucking balls off, and of course, they always meant the weiner too, and I'll eat it. I'll have it for a snack, but not before I pulverize it first with my foot or a hammer. They just pulled their mouths a certain way, and pushed their chins up, when they wanted to show their superiority.

       (But I had the hammer.)

       Now to their bodies and how they use them. And how they dressed them. They love to show tit, but usually through their suggestive clothing to tease cocks and inflame them, but not to let themselves be available, to the average guy. They're too good, and too good looking for anyone but the executive types. The little guy can only dream and wet dream and fantasize.

       About raping them.

       That's what they didn't get. They fucking asked for it and sure, the victims were to blame. All they had to do was get down off their high horses and show a little humility, a little subservience to men. But that was too much to ask, until a gun barrel was shoved up their vaginas, and then they got the message.        

       Stiff cocks good.

       Pretty cunts pretty bad.

       That they were the 'garbage in'.

       And I got the 'garbage out'.

       

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       Before my tirade, I was supposed to unlock the cuffs.

       'I'll get the key.'

       I came back from my case with it, and about a seven foot length of fairly fine, but exceedingly strong, white, twisted nylon cord. You couldn't break it with your hands. Nobody could.

       She certainly wouldn't be able to, no matter how hard she pulled.

       I'd selected a clothes line adjustor too.

       I laid the key down on the desk and faced her with the cord.

       'What? What are you doing? What's that for? You're going to take the handcuffs off my wrist but tie me up. What good'll that do?'

       I put my hand softly to her cheek and leaned over to kiss her.

       I really pitied her now.

       She tried to kiss me back.

       Like she could delay whatever it was I was up to.

       She looked hopeful and even a bit timid.

       'Uhmm. Not bad. Not bad at all.'

       Her lips were trembling but she held her face up forward to offer me another one. Like a peace offering. An offering for a piece of her.

       I took another and another, increasing my lip movement a little each time. My boner was just about touching her jugs. Which hung like a cow's jug.

       I took her face between my two hands and tenderly tongued her lips. She sent her tongue out to meet mine. Fuck, she could actually kiss fantastic, considering her dire situation and direr unfolding circumstances.

       I let my hand drift down to her nipple that wasn't damaged.

       She got harder than a marble.

       I pinched and expressed her and small drops of the sticky white milky fluid popped out of two of her ducts.

       She figured she was distracting me from her cunt.

       Not in the least was she.

       I pretended we were going to embrace and pulled her up straight, hugging her naked tits to my bare chest. My boner bashed her crotch.

       'Fuck. Fuck does that ever feel good. I'll bet that tastes good too.'

       I swilled and suckled the slop off her nipple.

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       And ran my two hands down her belly to the top of her waist and went to go further down on her.

       She recoiled right back.

       'No. Not ready yet?'

       She shook her mind again.

       'Yeah, you're trying. I can see that. Even feel it, but you're scared.'

       'Please take the handcuffs off, so we...So I...'

       (So you can overpower me and bash my balls in and yank my dick off.)

       'Oh, yeah, I forgot.'

       I picked up the thin nylon cord again and went to her spiked nipple.

       'What. What in God's...'

       'Hold still, or I'll fucking cut it off.

       She thought I meant her nipple.

       'I'll cut your cunt off.'

       She had no idea what to do, so did nothing.

       I carefully threaded the cord around the nail head, being sure it was caught good and secure under it, and then I fed it around and under the part sticking out of her tit. I started to pull it tight and she could feel she wouldn't be able to get free of it. I pulled tighter and she started to wail. Now I gave it the full strength pull and tied the first half of a reef knot. Her nipple was all bunched up in the knot and the nail pulled tight to the hole it made through her. I gave one extra tug and completed the knot. I was a good boy scout and had never forgotten the reefer.

       I let go of the arrangement and there she stood in all her female glory with a seven foot nylon cord hanging from her tortured tit and nipple. I picked up the loose end and gave it a light tug. It pulled her nipple out straight towards me and, of course, her tit came with it too. I pulled harder and she had to step forward. It hurt too fucking much not to.

       I pulled harder and she had to come more forward, leaning over her desk, to ease the pain filled pressure.

       I could have pulled her right over her desk, onto the floor, just by her nipple.

       Continued in folder two.        

       

       

       

       

Continued from folder one

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       I came around to the side of her desk, which let her stand upright again. The thing was, for the next few minutes, I led her around the room by her nipple, like a dog bitch on a leash, only so much better and original, I thought.

       I made her walk back and forth, abruptly changing direction and then in circles. Sometimes I jerked the line and her tit pulled out about a yard, it seemed. Or at least a foot.

       If I pulled it up short, she went up on her tippy-toes and if I pulled it downward, she'd walk crouched and knees bent like she had a great weight on her shoulders. Which I suppose she did, she had me and my heavy ideas.

       I was really humiliating her but was also looking for somewhere to tie the line off.

       And there to the side of the room, about four feet out from a wall, was an overhead cast iron pipe from the old days of the building.

       What could be more fucking perfect.

       I let go and pushed her desk over .

       I guided her by pulling the line and was up onto her desk.

       I fed the line through a clothes line adjustor, (another sundry I'd brought to be prepared) the kind where the line goes in one hole, through a hole in a ratchet with a turnkey handle and out the other hole. Turn the handle and the line shortens or tightens, whichever your perspective.

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       I tied a knot in the line to keep the adjustor in the spot I wanted.

       I looped the line over the pipe and pulled down on it.

       It pulled her sweet tit up.

       I pulled harder and she had to go up on her toes to keep from passing out, all the while, while protesting quite admirably.

       I let off just a bit.

       'There, that should do it. Fucking right.' I said proudly as I tied off the line again, this time using a bowline for the knot.

       I hopped down from the desk, all eager and excited.

       She was standing, sort of lop sided, with her one side up, to ease the pain in her freshly stretched tit.

       She looked spectacular.

       I smacked her ass good and hard.

       And grabbed her face in my hands and squeezed her cheeks, like some Italian mothers do to other people's kids, but never their own.

       I pushed her desk back away so I could really get a full view of her from all angles.

       I walked right up to her, arrogant as Hell and kissed her meanly now.

       'Now, I'll take the cuffs off.' I announced.

       'Please, oh please. Can't you see how this is hurting me. Look what it's doing to my beautiful breasts.'

       As if I could take my eyes off it, or off them, off her predicament.

       'Just to one of them, bitch. Not your breasts, but a - one fucking tit. Bet you never thought you'd have one of them in this position. One of your beautiful breasts. I'd like to slice one off and fucking feed it to you. Would you prefer raw or fried?'

       It didn't sound plausible, so she had no reasonable come back, so she didn't answer.

       Just her face said the impossibility of it all.

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       Now she was more beside herself.

       I took hold of the ratchet handle and gave it a half turn, shortening the line by about half an inch. It pulled her upward by that small amount, but it felt like a mile to her nipple.

       She hadn't been sure what the little device was for, but now could clearly feel its implications. Like, I could do it again and again.

       What if I made the line a foot shorter, she envisioned.

       Something would have to give and that's what terrified her anew.

       I slipped back to watch her adjust to her new standing requirements. The thing was, while her one tit was pulled up like a conical sausage, her other one hung down, drooped to the side because of her unnatural angle and tilt.

       A tit tilt, yeah, that's what she had, and it made her look quite tubular. She was heavy to begin with and this just magnified that appearance.

       Like a tubal ligation, but only one tube tied. It may not have been fallopian but it sure was floppyian. I bet she was the only woman, in the whole wide world, who'd ever had that operation.

       'Oh, my God. God, stop it. It hurts too much. You know it does. I can't stand it. I think I'm going to faint.'

       'Well bitch, that's something you don't want to do. You should really think about it. What'll happen to your nipple if your full weight falls to it. If it's trying to support your whole fucking body.'

       'But I can't help it. The pain's shooting right to my arm pit and along my arm.'

       'Big fucking deal. What do I care?'

       'I might be having a heart attack. It's the signs. I'm so scared.'

       'Shit, that wouldn't be good, would it? Not good for my prick.'

       'How can you be so thoroughly unfeeling. My heart. My heart. My breast.'

       'It's your tit that's doing it then?'

       'Yes, the pain's too much to bear. Look at what you're doing to me. And why?'

       'OK. So I can ease the pressure, to fix it?'

       'Oh yes. Yes, please just do it.'

       'Not so fast, let me finish. I can do it by doing your other nipple too.'

       'What? No. Uh?'

       'If I stick it the same way, and attach a line and pull you up by both tits, then there wouldn't be so much tearing on that one.'

       I put my hand full to the knot her nipple was tied into.

       And my fingers explored and examined it.

       'Fuck, is that hard and twisted, or what.'

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       'You're crazy. You're twisted and how could you think I'd want you to do the same thing again to me.'

       'Yeah, I suppose it was a dumb idea.'

       'You're dammed right it was. You're disgusting.'

       'Well here's an idea that isn't so dumb. Get your pants down. Get them down now.'

       After all her diversions, I was finally back to her pussy.

       It wasn't like she thought I'd forgotten, she only hoped it.

       She just looked at me lost. Like, what am I supposed to do now and she wanted her God to answer her. But she knew what was up next and didn't want to accept it. She couldn't accept my complete and utter control over her. But what else was there for her to do?

       Ever so slowly, she acquiesced. Her hands came forward and in so doing, made her body tug at her nipple a bit more, so it was like she was standing on eggs, ever so gingerly. She managed to jockey her slacks down over her hips and her underwear was full out and facing my happy face.

       Oh, happy day. Oh, happy face.

       'Uh, fuck, God. You're spectacular. Look at you.'

       Once her slacks cleared her ample hips, she didn't want to let go of them. She stood there trying to balance herself, to lessen her nipple stretch, and keep her slacks around her thighs at the same time. I guess she realized once they were off, only her sheer underwear was left to protect her and also I could make her stand with her legs spread apart some.

       That wouldn't be good for her either, she just knew.

       I really felt like messing with her, like toying.

       And she was the whole fucking store and I could go shopping where ever I wanted.

       I got up and strode around behind her.

       Her fucking ass was like a fuck invitation.

       I rubbed my boner to the crease, her cheeks made, in her panties. I could see through her silk. I reached around, and put my hands onto her hands and took firm hold. I squeezed her fine fingers as they clenched onto her slacks. Now I moved slightly to the side taking her with me.

       Her nipple pulled longer and she whined.

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       I whispered in her ear, 'Time to let go.'

       I pulled her locked hands off her slacks and they dropped smoothly down her long legs to her ankles at the floor. They all bunched up.

       'Step out of them.'

       The thing was, she could with the opposite foot, but not her right one which was the same side her nipple was hoisted. The moment she went to put most of her weight on her left foot, it let her right side drop and her nipple almost pulled right off.

       'For God's sake, it's going to rip me right through. It may rip my nipple off.'

       Sounded like a plan to me. She still had another one.

       'Yeah, so I'd say you have a problem. Don't you?'

       'Just don't. Just stop it, and it's you who has the problem. You're mental. Your personality is stunted and you're a hollow, empty thing. You're a monster. This is monstrous. You're not even a person to enjoy doing things like this to me.'

       'It's not you, bitch. Don't take it personally. I just like to torture tits. But only on good looking women. The lookers. As far as I'm concerned, that's what their tits are made for. And you're one of them, quite pretty, so that's what your tits are made for, so don't take it personally.'

       'Don't take it personally. Don't..personally. How am I supposed to take it.'

       'Right up the ass, if you don't fucking shut up, and maybe even if you do. But here, let me help you.'

       I was around in front of her and knelt down to her ankles, like helping a kid to do up her skates. I pretended not to notice her panties full of cunt at the front, right at my face.

       I got her to move her left foot over tight to her right one. I gripped onto her leg with my arm, at her knee, and lifted enough to slide her slacks of her foot.

       Well now she was finished.

       She was fucked - dead.

       I stepped back in amazement.

       What a fucking pussy.

       More accurately, what a fucking crotch.

       Geeze, she was more than a fucking bitch.

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       Fuck was she ever wide.

       Fuck, fuck and more fucks.

       Her legs could never touch at the top.

       I figured she was three fingers wide.

       And, and, and,

       She wasn't smooth.

       The front of her silk panties was lumpy and like bumpy.

       I sucked in my breath.

       I could hardly breath.

       I was cumming into my lungs.

       This was beyond incredible fantastic.

       My eyes bulged out in disbelief.

       And my cock bulged out in anticipation.

       Surely, she wasn't going to be one of those bitches with lots of exterior minora labia, like with all the stuff hanging out of her crease. It certainly looked like it through the silk.

       She'd often thought about having vaginal surgery to tidy herself up a bit, but her husband said he loved her just as she was. I'll bet he did. I'll bet he loved to bite and chew on it, like a piece of renewable chewing gum. And it looked much the same, that never lost its flavor or fascination. I know if she'd been my wife, I'd never have let her excise it. I might have done it for her, to her, but that was just me.

       I didn't know this for certain quite yet, but what else could it be, doing that to her panty's crotch fabric? And I wasn't in a fast hurry to find out. The suspense and all.

       I got around behind her again and knelt down and put my hands on each of her cheeks. She was full and fleshy and also muscular and they tensed up hard. She didn't like me behind her, behind her behind, and she didn't like me handling her. Her ass telegraphed me the message.

       I moved my hand, in from the back, and was just an inch off and below her pussy arch.

       She figured I was going to finger her and probe her.

       'Oh, Oh, no don't. Please don't. Not that. Not like this. Don't make me stand like this while you assault me.'

       'You think I'm going to?'

       'You already are, so yes I do.'

       I squeezed her thigh inside harder.

       'Uhmm. Fuck you feel good.'

       I edged the slightest bit closer to her protruding cunt shit.

       'No. No, stop it I told you.'

       'OK then.' I said and I brought my hands up and around to her front to do a two handed grip of her tortured nipple.

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       I squeezed it and twisted on it and could feel the nail right through.

       'Uhh, fuck. Fuck are you in trouble.'

       I slid my hand back down inside her panties, into her rear. I worked my finger into her butt crack and poked at her sphincter.

       Now she was outraged.

       'You bastard. You miserable stinking bastard.'

       I guess she was right.

       My finger probably did stink a little by now.

       'Awh, come on now. Don't be like that. So this is your fucking asshole? You're a fucking asshole.'

       'No I'm not, you asshole. You're the asshole. I'm a person and you have no right.'

       'Well, you'll well be a fucked asshole when I'm fucking you in it, right? Won't you?'

       'Stop it, God damned it, just stop it. Please don't...'

       'Bugger you?' I finished her plea.

       'Just please don't.' She said much less aggressively now.

       My finger was an inch into her pucker.

       'Tell you what. I'm going to make you a deal.'

       'No. What? How now then?'

       'You take your panties off now, all by yourself and I won't wreck your rectum. It rhymes, doesn't it?' I joked.

       'No.. I.. No, I can't.'

       'You fucking well can and your will.'

       I went around to face her and wiped my ass holed finger across her lips.

       'Lick it.'

       She clamped her mouth shut.

       I flicked her bunged nipple.

       'Now lick it.'

       She tongued all her asshole smell off of it.

       'Good for you. You see. You get it fast now.'

       I went and sprawled comfortably in her desk chair and my knob was almost touching my stomach. Its eager eye was looking me in the eyes, telling me to get on (or would that be get off) with the program.

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       This was by far her gravest danger.

       She knew what her cunt looked like, with all the outside stuff and she just knew I'd probably have something crude to say about it, and quite possibly nasty and hurtful. (She wasn't ashamed of it. She was concerned for it.)

       Probably? Probably?

       It never occurred to her I'd torture and mutilate it.

       She had to keep her panties on.

       And it seemed she would go to any measure to do it.

       She sure fucking surprised me.

       Her mouth trembled and her face quivered and was distorted in anguish as she softly said. 'What you said. To ease the pressure in my breast. Do it then.'

       Jesus, how in fuck could she be serious? She must have hoped someone would come and rescue her, or something like that, and I wouldn't get, eventually, to her sloppy cunt anyway.

       There was no one cuming, but me.

       This was utter and complete desperation. Fuck did I have her in my absolute control. I mean, she knew how much it hurt, but didn't think I could make it hurt worse. But she had survived it, even though it ruined most of her nipple. So she reasoned she could stand it, whereby if I tortured her cunt with all its decorations, she'd probably die.

       It never occurred to her it wouldn't be either or, but both.

       'Are you serious?' I looked her deep in her pleading eyes. 'Are you fucking completely serious?'

       She nodded , yes, but just barely.

       'Fuck. I've really got you scared, haven't I? Poor little therapist, needs a therapist. Therapy. Can't get any for herself.' I derided her.

       'Stop belittling who I am, and what I do, and just do it.'

       I smacked her cheek, kissed her and smacked her ass.

       'Who am I to argue about an offer like that? I'm not a fool.'

       I went and brought back, three, three fucking, three of the long bugger nails. I held them in front of her eyes proudly and set them on the floor by her feet.

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       'Why God? Why did you bring three? Oh, God. What's wrong with you?'

       'In case one breaks or the other bends.' I joked.

       I'd have to hit it with a sledge hammer, to do that, like into her skull, or her cunt bone, right through her clit.

       I selected one and traced the point up her trembling leg, to the inside of her thigh and was to the bottom of her briefs. I paused and just stared right into her space. Some people stare into space. I stared into hers. I pulled my hand back and gave her a fast little jab right into between her labia. It didn't really hurt, but startled her and she jerked back so hard she almost tore open her nipple, like part was off, and that did hurt plenty, and she really protested with vigor.

       'Settle down. Settle the fuck down and shut the fuck up. Up and down. Up and down.' I sing-songed it.

       She managed to calm herself a bit.

       I continued to trace the nail point up her left side until I was under her trembling other breast. I poked its underside with it. I drew it along and up and over to her areola.

       She crinkled immediately and nicely. Deep furrowed valleys and ridges.

       'Just can't help yourself, can you? Even when you're really about to fucking get it, you still get excited and hard.'

       'I do, but they're not the same thing and you know it.'

       I took full hold of her hanging tube tit, both hands, and pushed it way up sort of like the other one, but not as far.

       'So this is what you'll look like then. A matched pair, like before.'

       I pinched her nipple with both thumbs and forefingers and rolled it under my fingernails. It was like a little balloon and should puncture easily even though the nail had such a big diameter, much larger than the hat pins.

       I took her bud into my mouth, slobbered all over it, and then kissed her gently and tenderly. She was about to sacrifice it, to try to save her cunt and she should've been proud of her decision and fortitude. She should've been commended.

       I touched the nail tip to her tit tip with reverence and pushed in ever so lightly.

       She grimaced, but it was more out of anticipation than real pain.

       I pushed a little harder and she grimaced a little better, for cause now.

       I picked her hand up, with the cuffs still on her wrist, and handed her the nail.

       'Here, you do it.'

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       'What? No. No. How? I can't. I can't possibly.'

       'Look, your nipple's hard and full of blood, so it should go in easily. That's the first step, to pierce it going in.'

       And if she believed it or not, that really would be the easy part. Coming out, oh fucking brother. Oh, fucked sister, look out then.

       Try as she might, she just couldn't do it.

       The best she could manage was a fairly big spot of blood right on the tip, like a solid bubble.

       I had to give her credit for that though, but what was my credit worth to her?

       'OK. OK, maybe this is too much to ask of you.'

       'Yes, oh can't you see? How hard I tried? I...'

       'I'll make you a deal then.'

       I went and selected some of the three inch, pearl headed hat pins. I came right back to show her how much smaller diameter they were. Like this was the favor.

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       'OK. You use one of these instead. You make a hole through with it.'

       They looked so much less foreboding, so she took it readily.

       'Now you do it. You fucking do it now. I can see your cunt's sloppy, through your underpants. You think I didn't notice all the stuff hanging out?'

       'You're disgusting and reprehensible. You're..'

       'So are you. A good looking bitch with a cunt like that, now that's disgusting.'

       'I hate you.'

       'And I hate you too.' But I said it like I loved her and was just joking.

       'Why didn't you get it fixed, like all tidied up?'

       'It's what God gave me.'

       'Yeah, and I'll fucking take it away. That's what I'll do, with a dull knife or my teeth if you don't do the hat pin instead. Understand?'

       'OK. Yes. I know. What about the nail?'

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       'I'll help you then. I'll push it through the same hole you made, only it'll be bigger then.'

       Her heart sank.

       She'd hoped the hat pin would be enough, but clearly it wouldn't be and it was all really going to hurt again, but probably worse since she knew what to expect now, like the anticipation.

       But right now, all she could manage to absorb was she had to do her own piercing. At least the first one, was all up to her now.

       She had character. I'd give her that much. She had the tip well into her bud in no time, but needed a breather before the next part.

       I flicked the pearl end of it and tugged a bit too and it lifted her tit up, it was in far enough now to do it.

       I patted her face, 'Ready to go again now?'

       She nodded and was aiming the tip to come out about the same as the other. Fuck, watching her gripping her own tit, handling it and feeling it, to shove the pin out, fuck was that something else all together and I told her 'no'.

       'I want it to come out at the inside edge of your areola.'

       'Why? For God's sake. Why?'

       'I think with the nail, it'll hurt more. It'll just be your nipple nerves and muscles involved.'

       How could anyone add more pain to already impossible pain and suffering?

       And how could anyone smirk about it or be so proud of it?

       I could do all exceedingly well.

       Then she did it, just like that.

       It was almost as if she wasn't feeling it anymore and we couldn't have that for long. It was like she just didn't care.

       'Bravo. Bravo.' I gave her a hearty clapping round of applause and then did the same by slapping on her newly pierced tit. It bounced and jumped from side to side, but all on its own. Just by itself.

       'Stop it. You're insane.'

       'You think?' I looked her right in the eye.

       She saw the flash in my mind, as I punched her other tit, the first one.

       She couldn't believe I did it. That I'd do it.

       The impact tore the nail into her nipple more.

       She shut right up with the snot talk.

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       'Well now that we've got that settled, I guess it's time for me to do my part.'

       She looked at me as if to say, - I've earned your pity. I've earned your compassion. Please, oh please, show me some.

       I showed her the nail instead.

       I put it in my mouth to lick the taste of her blood off it.

       I exaggerated how good it tasted, but not by much. Only more of it would have tasted better. And she had a whole body full.

       In the past, I'd bled a couple of bitches out through their cunts, mainly by lacerating or puncturing their cervix all to shit, so I knew there was lots to go around.

       I went for the womb throat, not the neck throat.

       The cervix was so much more fun to access and a challenge.

       Even an amateur could puncture a windpipe, could slit it good.

       It took a dedicated and demented pro to dissect a cervix from the crease going in. From the outside in.

       Anyhow, now it was my turn again.

       I reached down and grabbed full onto her crotch through her underwear. The silk didn't protect her much and what a fucking squiggly, mushy hand full that was.

       I pulled and twisted on her and it pulled on her suspended nipple.

       'God, no.  Only stop it.'

       'You know what? I think I should fuck you while I'm doing this.' I slapped her tit, the one I still had to work on.

       I looked her right in the face and her eyes were blazing again. Her plan, her diversion was failing. It was falling apart. The (w)hole idea was to keep me away and out of her, and now this.

       I squeezed and scrumped up her labia. She had more minora out than she had majora, or maybe like equal parts, as if that wasn't unusual enough.

       She was getting wet from my manual stimulation and I could smell her sex some now.

       Now this was a dignified woman. A strong and professional woman. A female woman and I was surprised she hadn't already, and then she pissed herself, all in the front of her briefs and down one leg to the floor.

       How degrading and disgusting.

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       The moment she started, I punched her in her twat.

       'Quit. Quit it.'

       'I can't.'

       I punched her again harder but not enough to rupture her, or to stop her making a mess.

       All the time she pissed, I kept my fist at her until she was stopped. Then I gave her a good one. One that could have split her.

       She pretty well knew, extra for certain, then, by my unimaginable display of uncaring, my complete lack of empathy, that I'd probably kill her. That I planned to. What I'd done was beyond repulsive and reprehensible and it hadn't fazed me in the least, or cause be to break stride or stroke with my fist.

       I'd break something else, but not my gate.

       Maybe, hers though.

       I figured her womb throat could be considered a gate too.

       The gate to her uterus, the seat of her womanhood.

       I left the nail job, for her second nipple, half done. It hung there and out, pulling her bud down a bit.

       'Take them off. I want them off. I want to see what all the mess is about and I have to wash you now anyway.'

       She was pretty well defeated by the inconsiderate little cunt jabs I'd just given her, but mostly by the really mean one. Her spirit, and apparently her fight were crumbling.

       'Pretty bad, uh? You don't want to live anymore?'

       She looked surprised, but not totally.

       'You're going to kill me. Aren't you?'

       'I cannot tell a lie. In a word - no.'

       'I don't believe you.'

       'You didn't let me finish. You never let me finish.'

       I pulled her loose tit out, looked right at it and punched her good to its underside. It really bounced up and down. More than when she skipped a rope, naked, for one of her work outs.

       'Now maybe you'll let me finish. No. No, I won't kill you unless you ask me to.'

       It seemed like she had a way out.

       'And if I asked you to do it right now, you'd do it?'

       'No. No, but eventually.'

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       Now she saw she simply could not escape, so she shit herself too. She'd been trying to hold it for awhile and almost lost her load when I'd fingered her rectum.

       If she figured I wouldn't fuck her that way, she was right.

       I wasn't into the scat.

       Besides, I'd already been there much to long, over three hours, and her phone was ringing more now and the storm outside was letting up.

       I needed to pay attention to the signals, to the little voices within.

       I figured it was time for us to scat.

       Scat off to my regular torture facilities where I could really do her and do her up right.

       I looked her square in the face.

       'Why did you go and do that?'

       I looked her square in the eyes, and gave her a mean look, and kneed her full in the cunt.

       Her eyes blasted wide open, bigger than saucers, and she passed out.

       I just let her fall.

       Fuck her and fuck her tit.

       What did I care?

       Never, ever would I have believed it.

       I had enough of her tit flesh along with her nipple, that she just hung there. I mean her tit was over a foot pulled long, but it supported most of her body weight. Talk about stretch marks though. And I suppose if I'd added a straw to her back, she may have come crashing down.

       It was sort of good, sort of considerate, how she hung there and hadn't fallen into her own shit and piss puddle. I mean, I knew it was putting an unbearable strain on her pectoral muscles and they could be torn away from her breast plate, but that didn't really matter. She still had a good tit left and her cunt wouldn't be compromised, which brought me to cleaning her up and her mess.

       I slid her panties down her twisted legs, gently and off her, one foot at a time. I needed to wash them to keep them. I was into her office bathroom and found a towel and a pail with lots of hot water. I cleaned up the floor first and then started in on her, getting the piss of her legs and then was up to her crotch.

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       I don't think in a dozen pages, or thousands of words, I could adequately describe it.

       But I'll give it a try.

       First of all, and totally most noticeable, she had what looked like a proboscis hanging right out of her, like a big worm or a little dick or a tongue. It was divided, the same way her majora labia were and looked like the pictures you see of a person's brain. Just like grey matter only it was reddy, pink and purple matter, with some dark brown, like fried edges. I figured I could fry the rest to match, at some point. There were lots of other folds and layers and crevices. And it was hard to tell what her clitoris looked likes since some of it may have been hanging out too. I mean, I always figured the clit was the cunt's bulls-eye, and I could have hit hers with a dart like it was a barn door.

       And she was big.

        She had a big cunt, but not at all ugly or fat.

        She just was large, like her breasts and nipples. I suppose you'd say she was big boned. But that was OK, too, it just made them harder, like more of a challenge, to break. I'd need a bigger hammer and harder hits and all that stuff.

       And the space, where her legs wouldn't meet at the top, it was wider than I thought. I'd checked now, over four fingers wide.

       I knew I'd be driving a truck into her along with a baseball bat and some wine bottles. It was nice to shatter a bottle when it was jammed up a cunt. And if it was shoved in bottom first, look out. Then you could break it by shooting into the top neck opening. Or banging a steel rod into it quite a few times.

       And I knew I'd need a bigger dick if I was going to try to injure her with mine while we fucked.

       I supposed if I punched her hard enough and often enough, like I'd just kneed her, she might swell all up inside and get tighter to fit me. But doing that could lose its fascination and its novelty after awhile too.

       Her bush was surprisingly sparse, but matched the fine silk hair on her head. I wasn't sure I'd need to shave her, but suspected I'd do it anyway. It was so much fun, especially the ones who'd never done it before, forcing them to do it to themselves, of course, with my able fingers assisting every so often.

       It was really humiliating for them, having to spread their legs open wide and pull their labia tight to slide the razor blade over their mounds and save the fuzz for me to keep in a labeled bottle.

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       And I always took excellent, before and after pictures, really close up, and from a distance, so I could remember what pubic hair belonged to which cunt and whose face. And there were two victims, I'd kept long enough, I got to shave them a few times. And it can be deduced, by how slowly hair grows, they stayed for quite extended visits.

       I had a serious decision to make, but my dick was impeding my judgement. Everything about her situation cried out for me to rape her. Just to shove it in and get my first real taste. That's what I was there for, mission impending.

       She was all cleaned up and I'd cut the line to her nipple and she was crumpled on the floor at my feet, still fully unconscious. I mean I could stick it in her and have my jizz shot in her in five minutes. But that wasn't my real want. I wanted her to know it was coming, I'd be cuming in her, and tease her while she was being done, for my first time. And what I assumed would be her first time to be raped. It's sort of important, a woman's first time being violated and would mark a milestone in her ,short to be, existence.

       But I was risking the future, my future and the time I could spend with her to come and cum.

       I really needed to be getting out of there, and getting her out of there too. It's those moments, when something tells you, listen, listen, something's up or is about to be.

       I just gazed down on her, somewhat transfixed, while holding my cock, and decided I should put her panties back on her and maybe this would temper the flames in by boner.

       That was sort of a stupid assumption. As I straightened her legs out and slid the still damp silk briefs up their long length, as they started to cover her hips, my fingers just had to pull and pinch on her hanging out stuff. I pulled it up, to almost touch her belly button, a bit of an exaggeration, but just a bit, and it pulled her cunt lips tight closed. I let it snap back, like a stretched elastic band and it kept on jiggling, like a bouncing tit. Well that was it. I had to tongue her and suck on it and my cock refused to obey my better judgement. I pushed it into her as hard as I could and she was so loose, like large inside, it was like a feather fuck. Still I came in two minutes and managed to slide the better part of my hand into her to see if I could feel my load in her. I think they call it fisting and fishing.

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       Well, I was quite relieved of my sperm, and a slimy blob of the little swimmers came out on the back of my hand. I wiped it across her face. It had all been a hoot but I was concerned now, that I was so undisciplined, and now I knew why.

       I should have listened, but then maybe not, things often don't turn out as you expect.

       I'd just pulled my arm out of her twat and had garnished her complexion and was getting her briefs back onto her, to cover her, and afford her some modesty, when there was a knock at her outer office door. I'm not sure if I mentioned, her office had a smaller lobby room that led to her much larger personal working environment.

       Whom ever it was, and it was a woman, was calling out, 'Stephanie, Steph, are you in there?'

       The person paused.

       'It's late and we're, I'm worried about you. Are you there?'

       The outer door was solid wood.

       I fucking scampered like a chipmunk.

       A naked one.

       Whom ever it was, had their own key and was opening the lock.

       Fuck, and fuck and life's full of fucking surprises.

       I got to my gun and just managed to get to the Taser in my briefcase as the best looking cunt I'd ever seen marched right in to where (her mother) was sprawled, almost naked, on the floor right before her wide eyes. She saw her mom, but not me, in that first split second of horrid recognition.

       'Mom. Mom. Oh my God. What the Hell? Mom, what's going on here?'

       I suppose seeing her mom's tit and nipple all deformed like that was a pretty good clue to be concerned.

       She swung around to see the shadow behind her and I shot forward and tasered her on her neck.

       She tried to scream away and I gripped her hair and forced the arcing tips to keep contact with her skin. Somehow she managed to punch my arm back and while stunned, still had plenty of fight in her.

       She screamed at me. 'You fucking bastard. Don't. Don't you dare. What have you done to my mother?'

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       I went after her again, and she shot three good hoofs right at my balls which were bouncing and exposed naked.

       The last kick, I grabbed onto her foot and yanked her off balance and she crashed to the floor, but still was kicking like a banshee. At least now I was standing up and she was down, so I had a bit of an advantage. I kicked her as hard as I could, with my bare foot, anywhere I could connect. Her lower leg, her back, her shoulder and almost in her tits. And then I saw my opening. She had on a business suit, with a skirt and I saw the white flash of her crotch panties. I dropped down in a heartbeat and punched her full bore into her cunt. She looked totally surprised, like completely stunned and doubled over in pain, but wasn't passed out.

       The thing was, now her mother was coming to, too.

       Fuck did I have my hands full.

       Now her daughter went nuts. She recovered and went completely berserk wild crazy. She's never before had her cunt punched and wasn't about to accept that I'd dare to do it. Plus seeing her mom like that gave her further incentive and lots of adrenalin. She was full of a gallon of piss and four quarts of vinegar.

       She sprung up and tore into me like a chain saw and smashed at my head. Her fists were like the blades of a windmill, raining down punches. She screamed and kicked and clawed and tried to bite the hand that wanted to probe her cunt, if I ever got the chance.

       I actually had to run away from her, like a scaredy cat, but she followed right along after me. She saw the taser at the same moment I saw my little handgun. She dove for it and took a moment to figure out how to activate it. Just as she was coming for me, I retrieved the pistol and she was staring down its barrel not three feet away.

       She stopped fucking dead, but just barely.

       Like she'd come to the edge of a cliff at full gait.

       And just managed to keep from diving over.

       She so wanted to go for it, but figured a bullet in her forehead might ruin her appearance.

       And a bullet in her brain might screw up her judgement capabilities and her memories.

       Fucking right. I had her.

       Just barely, but I had her too.

       'I will kill you. I fucking swear, you're dead fucking dead meat.'

       She wanted to rail.

       'Put it down. Right on the fucking floor. Don't drop it. Fucking put it down.'

       I was panting, but so was she, and I panted better right then.

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       Ever so reluctantly she did.

       She crouched down never taking her glare off me.

       She went to stand up again.

       'Stay down. Stay the fuck down.'

       Her mother was moaning, now.

       'Mandy, Oh God. Why are you here?'

       'Mom, what's going on. You're hurt. Did he rape you?'

       'No. But other horrible things. Why are you here? I don't want you here.'

       (I was insulted. Was my dick really that small that she didn't even know I'd been in her?)

       'God. Oh, no. God.' Mandy protested and then aimed her invective right at me. 'You fucking bastard. Who, what do you think you're doing? What have you done to my mother? I swear if you touch her again, if you try to touch me, I'll kill you. I'll fucking murder you and feed your balls to the sharks.'

       Now here was a fighter with twice the attitude of her mother. Way more moxy and stupidity.

       But the question remained, who was the real shark bait?

       'Kill? You'll kill me? How about I kill her, if you don't shut the fuck up?'

       I aimed the gun right at her mothers head and looked like I was about to trigger her.

       'No. No. Oh, please don't. No. No. Stop. Stop it. I'll stop.'

       'Lay down. Fucking flat on your front.'

       She hesitated and resisted because she knew she was giving over her control, to a naked madman with a gun who'd punched her cunt and tortured her mother's nipple and tit and she didn't even know I'd raped her.

       It seemed neither one of them knew, and I'd have to fix that.

       She slowly got flat.

       Fuck she had a great ass.

       She wasn't as big as her mother, so was somewhat, I'd guess you'd say, more feminine.

       She looked to be in her mid twenties, was the same blonde complexion and I figured about five-foot nine and a hundred and thirty five pounds. But she really worked out and was even into the mountain biking and climbing, which I found out later.

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       Her mother was tough, but she was a soldier, like a fucking mercenary and I knew I'd really have to watch out for her. She'd kill me in a blink and not even hesitate. In fact, she had no doubt, in her mind, I was a goner and I'd really pay for the grievous sexual sadism I'd inflicted on her mom's tit and who knew what else I'd done to all the squiggly stuff hanging out of her cunt.

       But I'd really pay for having the balls to sucker punch her cunt.

       It was hers, and it was sacred and I'd pay with the same balls that had the nerve.

       But I wondered if she had the same twat shit hanging around too.

       She was still laying down, in front of me, but in stages. She was the last person in the world, or so she thought, to bow down, to cow-toe to a man and here she was forcing herself to comply. Every ounce of her being told her to resist, spring back up and take her chances with my little twenty-two pistol, but that other part of her was afraid she might get hurt and I could make holes in her with it.

       Ha, fucking, ha, the little bullet would have been a mercy, a big fucking blessing.

       Now she lay flat, all the way surrendered, to the floor.

       She gave up her notions and her autonomy and I knew her cunt lips and nipples were mine.

       'OK. So that wasn't so hard was it? So impossible for you to do? I could see you were struggling, but I guess you figured it out. Good for you. You won't be any more trouble, will you?'

       'I only agreed because you've hurt my mother. But I swear, and you'd better believe me, I will kill you if you touch her agian.'

       'Hmmmm. You mean like this?'

       I walked over to her mom and booted her harshly in the twat.

       I wanted to be sure the kid knew it hurt her.

       An she was left with no doubts.

       Her mother shrieked out and her kid screeched at me and went to rear all the way up. I slugged her across the side of her head. She was slightly stunned and I could grip onto her shoulders and I kneed her in the chest. She tried to wrench her arms away but I ended up managing to twist one of them right up behind her back almost touching the back of her head.

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       'You're breaking my arm. For God's sake stop it. You're hurting me, and my Mom's hurt.'

       She was half up to her feet now, like crouched down standing and I ran her towards her mother's desk using her arm twisted behind her back to propel her and pulling on her hair to force her head way back. I ran her full tilt into the corner of the heavy oak desk. I could swear I heard the plate under her breast break. I spun her around and lined her other tit up for my fist and let her have it super strength. Now she was getting a little floppy, like a little punchy, but not from the booze, but the punches. Which seemed appropriate to me. Just as it should be and what she deserved.

       I grabbed onto the front of her business blouse and ripped it open. Buttons sprayed everywhere. One almost hit me in the eye.

       Her tits were protected by a skimpy silk bra and her nipples weren't protected at all. They showed and poked right through.

       She was going all rubbery and looked like she might pass out.

       'No you don't. You don't fucking get off that easy.'

       I smacked her face side to side and she came back to full awareness.

       I took hold of her throat and cut off her air.

       While she struggled weakly to pry my hand away from her neck, I slid my other hand down the front of her skirt and gripped full onto her crotch. She had the same hang down shit, and I pinched onto a slice of it and pulled upward with all my might.

       This was all happening under her skirt, inside her undies, so I had to imagine what it all looked like stretched so far up like it was.

       Well, talk about shriek.

       My grip on her throat had loosened but it still held her.

       She screamed louder than a hundred rabid soccer fans.

       'Stop it. Stop it. You fucking bastard. Let go. Don't do that.'

       'Let go of what?'

       She was trying to stand on her tip toes now, to lessen the length of her pulled out labia shit.

       'Tell me, what should I let go of?'

       She'd be damned if she'd say, but it'd be worse if she didn't.

       Finally she blurted out, 'My vagina, you're ripping it.'

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       'Sounds like a plan to me.' I joked. 'Like some kind of rip off scam.'

       I really had her by the figurative, short ones.

       'You're a monster.'

       'Yeah, for sure. And it's time to do the 'monster mash'.'

       'You're sick.'

       'And a graveyard smash. Don't you love that song? And that's where you'll fucking be, and your buggered mother, if you don't co-operate. Get it?'

       'Yes. Yes I do now. You're right. I get it. Please let go of my ..'

       I gave her an extra hard pull and let it snap back to her normal labia, where it belonged.

       I pulled my hand out of her crotch and worked my way up her body headed for a nipple.

       She tensed like a coiled snake.

       I gave her a knowing look, like a 'just try it again', look and she relaxed, but more like just didn't fight.

       I cupped her full breast and pulled her bra up over, so her nipple could pop out and into my mouth.

       'You fucking hold still.' I said with my mouth full.

       I undid her skirt and pulled it down over her hips.

       She was back to the squirming and the tensing up.

       'Uh uh. You fucking freeze.'

       Her skirt was down to her ankles and I lifted her feet, one at a time, to throw it aside.

       I looked her right in the twat.

       I could see her proboscis too.

       Right through her panty silk, it was fully outlined.

       'I'm going to tell you something and you'd better fucking listen. I'll hurt that. That shit hanging out of you, out of your cunt, just like her (I motioned to her mother), if you try any more antics. You got it?'

       She still looked defiant.

       'I'll fucking torture it. Just ask your cunt mother.'

       But she didn't really have to, to believe me, after how she'd seen me boot her mother in the twat and the fact that it was her delicate femininity hadn't even deterred me at all. And not to forget the shot at hers, I'd taken the first chance I got.

       She was perceptive. She thought it might have enraged me, or at least egged me on. She had cunt savvy.

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       'Yes. OK. Yes, I see.'

       'Good. Good for you. So I'm going to fuck you right here.'

       'No you're not.'

       'Yes I am.'

       'No you're not.'

       'Oh, yes I am. and you're going to ask me to.'

       'Never. Never, I'll never.'

       'Oh yes you will.'

       'You're crazy, I swear on my.. I swear I'll never.'

       'One last chance, ask me to rape you.'

       'Fuck you.'

       'Fine have it your way then.'

       I gave her a light knee in her pussy and as she was doubled over, I fetched the taser and strode right over to her mother.

       I got down and pushed the electrodes right into her labia.

       'No. No, Oh God, for God's sake don't'

       It was fucking too late.

       I sparked her with the ark right into her canal. I swear her outside stuff lit up like a light bulb or at least like a candle, and almost like a Roman candle.

       Mom convulsed, with her hips banging up and down, slapping against the floor, and then passed out.

       'OK. Here it goes again unless..'

       'OK. No. Yes, I'll let you do it. Do it to me. Fucking rape me, but don't hurt her again.'

       'Well, now it seems we have an understanding. There's no failure to communicate here, is there?'

       (I loved lines from classic movies and songs.)

       'You're evil. So just get it over with.'

       'Ooops I slipped.'

       'Uh what?' She looked puzzled.

       I zapped her bitch cunt mother's cunt again.

       I held it to her until a bit of steam formed.

       'Oh yeah, you're supposed to say that after, not before.'

       'Just. Just stop it. For God's sake I'll do it.'

       'Good on you. Better off you. Take your clothes off then.'

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       Her blouse was no big deal, it was pretty well shredded anyway. And she threw it aside, like in disgust and defiance. I suppose she was pissed, it'd cost her three hundred dollars. Chanel, or some la-dy-dah shit like that.

       She gingerly reached her hands behind her back to get to her bra catch. Fuck did her jugs ever hang forward and down. She fumbled at her back, as if she hadn't done it a thousand, or hundreds of times before.

       Her fingers were stumbling.

       'Need some help.' I graciously offered with a smirk.

       'Fuck off.'

       'That's not nice. But you will be nice. You'll be nice to me, won't you?'

       She wouldn't answer.

       And I added as an afterthought, 'And to this?' I gripped my cock and waved it at her like a fucking banner. To her it was a red flag and she was all set to come for me again. I could see it in her eyes and her body language.

       'Think of your mother's cunt.' I chided her.

       She finished with her bra catch and carefully pulled it away from its contents. Her tits were better than her mother's. Less was more, but her nipples were about the same, so they appeared almost puffy. On one side, she was almost half inverted, but not at all on the other side. I knew there was some extra mean fun to be had there.

       'What's that about. Your fucking nipples don't match.'

       'You're a pig.'

       "Oink. Oink, but they still aren't the same.'

       'You're a disgusting pig.'

       'And you have disgusting nipples, they fucking don't match, so maybe I should just cut them off and get it over with. Look at your mom's nipple. Look what I did to it. Go ahead take a look.'

       She didn't want to, so I gripped her skull by the back of her neck and forced her to trundle over and peer down into her precious mom's injury. She was abject and loud in her objections to what I'd done to her.

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       'Oh, God. Mom. - How could you, you bastard? How could you hurt her that way. She has a nail through... God take it out. Take it out.' Then she really screamed it at me. 'Take it out. You monster, take it out of her - now. Now.'

       What a fucking opportunity she'd unwittingly created.

       Fuck what a treat, talk about 'entertainment to-night'.

       'You want it out so bad, you take it out.'

       'No. No, I can't. I, it's horrible.'

       'But if you wanted me to do it, what's the difference?'

       She was getting sucked in and sensed she was being outwitted, and she was pretty darn smart. A real estate broker, who was partners in her own Re/Max brokerage. And that was unusual at such a young age. She was savvy and motivated so I needed to motivate her to do what I said.

       'I don't want to. I just cant.'

       'Well, I'll tell you what the difference is then. If I take it out, I'm just going to rip it out using the cord. I'll tear the whole fucking end off her tit.'

       'You're insane. How could you do that?'

       'Easy, look what I did in the first place. How do you think it got that way? She did it to herself? You think I didn't enjoy it?'

       'You're crazy.'

       'Totally. But if you do it, you can take it our orderly, like the reverse of how it went in. Undo the cord and push the nail back out.'

       I made it sound so simple and reasonable, when it would prove anything but.

       She looked beaten and resigned.

       'So what'll it be? Ripped or..'

       'OK. I'll try, but let me give her a pain killer.'

       Now there was a novel idea. I figured I was 'the pain killer' and she thought aspirin or some shit was going to lessen the effect.

       'Sure, whatever, it makes no difference to me.'

       'Please let me get my purse.'

       She seemed jittery, like if I did, I could be sorry, but she was trying not to show it by attempting to act nonchalant. As if that was ever her quality, indifference, that is.

       She's unwittingly aroused my suspicions to match my dick.

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       I got it and went to hand it to her. It was like she was holding her breath. I stepped back several steps and dumped its contents on the desk.

        Of all things, the bitch had her own Taser, and a newer one than mine. I suppose it was a 'taser waving contest'. And then too, she had some fucking Demerol. Now that's a pretty strong pain killer, that belongs to the narcotic family, like morphine and is prescribed for moderate to severe pain. This should be interesting, I mused to myself.

       'What the Hell is this? You figure you were going to zap me with yours, like I did your mother.'

       I picked hers up and made it crackle and pop.

       'Fucking bitch, you thought I'd give you the chance. I could smell your fucking hope. You gave it away, by hoping too much.'

       She could see that chance was passed.

       'OK, please let me have the pills, then.'

       'Yeah, 'then', just as I thought, you were gonna try something. Try this on me?'

       'Just let me have them. My mom's in pain.'

       'And you will be too, if I try this one out on you. Fuck it's stronger than mine. What do you wanna do, kill the poor bastard who tries anything with you? Really make sure he doesn't succeed?  That's not very decent of you.'

       I stepped towards her making it zap.

       'Don't. It's set on high. Don't'

       'OK, I'll set it lower then and see how you like it.'

       'Just stop it, let me have the bottle.'

       'Later then, we'll see how you hold up to this later. - What the Hell are you taking this for? That's pretty strong medicine. What do you need stuff like this for?'

       It turned out she had severe menstrual cramps but I wouldn't find that out about her until later.

       'Just let me give them to her. Please.'

       'Sure, go ahead.' And I tossed her the container.

       Continued in folder 3.

Continued from folder two.

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       She cradled her mother, like she was the mother, and got two of the round white tablets into her.

       'There, I'm not such a bastard after all.'

       'You've done this to her and you think you're not scum.'

       'Yeah, I suppose you have a point. So, while we wait for the stuff to get into her bloodstream, we might as well pick up where we left off.'

       Her tits had been bouncing around naked, through all this, but her panties were still very much on.

       'Take the rest of your clothes off.'

       It had seemed as if we were detoured around that little item, and now the road was re-opened.

       'I don't want to. Please, you've done enough. Leave us alone.'

       'If I don't see what's in those, in abut ten seconds, I'm going to zap the shit out of her using yours, fucking on high.'

       Her her briefs were sort of a lavender, and a little lacy around the leg holes.

       'Stand up straight. Right up like at attention.'

       She pretty well did, but held back a couple of percent, like she didn't think I'd see the difference. I'd stretched a lot of women, hung them by their wrists for hours, so I knew how their rib cages should look, and how their tits should hang.

       'Sweet, sweet cunt. Like mother. Like daughter. Fuck you got the same external stuff. Now really stretch, don't hold anything back, or I'll cut it off.'

       Now she gave it three hundred percent. Good on her. It looked good on her, so much better than before. I could count her ribs, one after the other.

       Even pick out a specific one to break.

       'You're disgusting and vile.'

       'And I fucking love it. Pull up on your panties.'

       'What? Pardon?'

       'Pull them up hard, into your slit.'

       'No way. Are you sick?'

       'Pull them up right between your labia, I want to see what it does to your squiggles.'

       'You're the sickest bastard. I will not. You're pathetic if that's how you have to get your jollies.'

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       I picked up her zapper and then retrieved mine. Like a two gunned gunslinger, I made them both zap as I moved towards her mother.

       She pulled her panties right into her crack.

       'Come over here.' I motioned.

       She came, like she was in reverse, but finally got within a yard of me. I was making the pair zap, aiming them towards her split pussy.

       'Please don't do that to me. Don't.'

       She scrunched her face all up in knots and mewled.

       'You stand still and I'll put them down.'

       She nodded, and I think she was finally closer to tears and just stood there vulnerable.

       I did as I'd said and put my hands on her nervous hips.

       Then I put my hands on her hands, where she was gripping her underwear at the front, and pulled them up. The silk split her pink even more and her outside shit was squished flat to her cunt lips. I jerked up even harder and pulled to the side and, of all things, her hang down worm started to peek out the side of one of her leg holes. Well that was it, I had to have more, now.

       I made her naked.

       I went to reach for it, to flick it.

       'Don't.' She recoiled and squeezed her legs together. She didn't have the space at the top of her legs her mother did, so she managed to hide what I was after.

       'OK, so lets fuck.'

       'Please don't.'

       'Over there, beside your mother.'

       'No. No, please.'

       'Lay down beside her, flat on your back, and spread your fucking legs.'

       She crawled, standing up, to stand over her.

       She couldn't bring herself to get down beside her.

       I slid around behind her.

       I punched her hard in the back of her knee and it buckled, and her legs folded out from under her and she collapsed on top of her mother. She tried not to mash her, but had to grab onto her to keep from doing so, so she still crunched her.

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       They cried out together and it was sweet to behold. All those arms and legs and tits and cunts, trying not to squish each other.

       They finally got finished with rolling around, on each other, and Mandy got onto the hard floor beside her mom. It was like she was working out on a water bed and finally rolled off, but not by accident.

       'You ready?'

       I sure as Hell was after watching that spectacle.

       'I'll let you do this, on one condition.' She said.

       I eyed her with curiosity and suspicion.

       'And that would be?'

       'You can have sex with me, but you have to let me take my mother to a hospital, to have her breast treated.'

       'Why would I do that?'

       'Because you have to. Because I'm asking, no I'm begging you to. And it's the only right thing to do.'

       'Get your fucking legs spread, that's the only thing that matters now. That's the only right thing to do. And no, you take it out or I do. That's it.'

       She wanted to keep negotiating but could see how intractable I'd become, as if I ever wasn't that.

       'OK, but please use protection. I, you know.. I'

       'Don't want my fucking kid?'

       'I don't want anybody's right now. I ...'

       'Well, shit on you, my sperm's not good enough to go right into your meat. Fuck you and fuck your burnt cunt.'

       'What? What did you say?'

       'I said fuck your cunt.'

       'You said burnt. Why did you say burnt?'

       'Because if my dick's not in you in the next two minutes, I'll put the flames to it, that's what burnt means.'

       'No. You can't possibly. No. Here, look. I'm getting ready. I'm getting into position.'

       And with that she did.

       Legs fully spread, arms to her sides.

       And her eyes barely open.

       And her mind closed right off.

       Her emotions encapsuled.

       Most beautiful women, at some times in their charmed existences, imagine how they'd handle being raped. What they'd do and wouldn't do. What they'd agree to, to preserve their status quo, or at least stay alive. What they might say to stave off the attack. She was no different, and hadn't imagined, it'd ever have the possibility, to be like this.

       And I'd never imagined it would be otherwise.

       Vicious and mean and extended and outright outrageous, - inrageous.

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       I crawled down beside her and did the usual molesting and caressing. I climbed on to her, to lay full along her body and went to mouth kiss her. She'd have none of it.

       I had to pretend to strangle her, until her face got a bit blue, before she let me kiss her and then she kissed me back quite nicely. I played with her nipples and got her clit good and hard and wet using mainly my thumb. I could actually press my thumb far enough in to shove on her cervix, and pretty hard too.

       When I pushed my cock into her, it was almost like a yawn. I had something else in mind and I couldn't wait to watch her try to de-nail her mother's nipple. I can't say I was bored, it was just that I was following through with what I'd promised her, when I'd rather be violating her for serious. It only took about twenty strokes, maybe three minutes, and my juice soaked her inside, so now she was wetter than she was wet before.

       I stayed inside her for a couple of minutes more, and then popped out of her.

       'That was pretty good. I mean, it'll have to be a lot better when we do it again, but..'

       'There won't be another time, so you can forget about that. I let you rape me. So it's over. I want to get up.'

       'You know, there's a contradiction there, in that, about you letting me rape you. If you let me....'

       'I just want to get up.'

       'So, who's stopping you?'

       I let her crawl back up onto her feet and she was unsteady. She figured she'd been really fucked and violated, and for me it had just been routine. I know I've voiced this politically incorrect opinion before, but simple penetration was child's play for me, and I didn't even count it as rape. That's what good looking bitch cunts were made for, so they all might as well just lie down in a row with their twats exposed, and let us deviants do a cunt ramp, like a slurp ramp, for the ones who like to suck unknown cocks blissfully.

       I felt she was pretending to be more violated than she was, which meant she was up to a motive again, which turned out not to be much of one.

       'Let me put my clothes back on. I don't like being naked in front of you.'

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       'What about your mother, look at her. She's even more naked than you are.'

       I suppose it was another contradiction, or a non-starter, they both had nothing on, so how could there be degrees of nakedness? I suppose again, it was related to vulnerability and abuse already absorbed, and what I knew of the mother's constitution that I didn't know of her daughter's yet. It just seemed she was more exposed, maybe just because she was more injured, up until then.

       'I don't know what you mean, but I want to cover her up too. Where are her clothes?'

       'Never mind. I suppose you can put yours back on.'

       She looked really relieved, almost thankful and looked around to where they'd been scattered, to go and fetch them.

       'But just your underwear.' I intoned.

       'I. No. Please...'

       'Just the bra and panties, or nothing at all.'

       What she failed to understand was, that a woman dressed like that, can be even more erotic than when naked. The way the fabric supports and hides and protects. The promise of the hidden. What is more stimulating than shiny silk panties pulled tight into a woman's crease? And a bra that just lets a hint of nipple show? Fuck was she making a mistake, and I was glad to let her make it.

       She retrieved her briefs first, it seems they always want to get the vagina protected first, like it's a priority and wriggled into them up to her knees.

       'Turn around. Face me. I want to see this.'

       She kept her back to me, in defiance, and had them up over her ass, which made her cheeks shiny lavender.

       'What, you can't fucking hear. Take them down again.'

       She half turned to face me, to comply and slid them down to her thighs and started back up with them.

       'No. No, all the way off.'

       She resisted but got them clear of her feet and again went to put them back on.

       I had her going around in panty circles and she was like a puppet on my string, which I suppose her mother'd already been.

       

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       'Hand them to me. Next time you'll listen. Just put your bra on now.'

       She struggled to walk the five feet, with her hand outstretched, to give me the prize. I took them and wiped them across my face, especially under my nose.

I stood up and put them on. They cupped my half-soft cock nicely. She looked so dismayed, that she'd had the chance and now lost it because of her stubbornness and failure to comprehend.

       'Please. Don't wear them. They're mine. I..Please.'

       I was surprised it mattered so much to her. Maybe her boyfriend cross dressed or something, but she seemed quite distressed.

       'Oh, very well. You can have them back.'

       Now she looked moderately happy again, like relieved once more. Talk about a roller coaster of emotions and facial expressions and body language.

       'But I'll put them back on you.'

       The roller coaster went fast down the hill, like Jack and Jill's Jill.

       'No. I don't want. No.'

       'Come over here. You said you wanted them on, and that's what you're going to get, so get the fuck over here.'

       It took about a minute for her to cover five feet, which wasn't a land speed record, for a reluctant cunt, but it was terrific to watch. Now she was right before me, standing uncertain and recalcitrant.

       'Take them off me.'

       She squirmed.

       'Get them off me.'

       She tried to do it standing up, but knew she'd have to crouch down.

       She tried to move to my side to do it.

       'Face me. Fucking dead on, face me.'

       She could smell a rat or was it just my pulsating dick before her?

       She slid them down and my bigger boner flopped out right in front of her mouth, and hung there waiting.

       'Don't you fucking move a hair.'

       She knew. She fucking knew.

       I put my hands to her hair on top, and gripped.

       I turned her face up towards my grin and my leer.

       'Anytime. Anytime you're ready cunt.'

       She just wouldn't open her yap.

       'Show me those beautiful white teeth of yours. I want to see them all lined up in a row.'

       She half did as she was instructed.

       'If you don't open up wide, I'll fucking knock them out. They won't be lined up any more, that's for sure.'

       Now I could see her tonsils, or more where they would have been.

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       My cock just sort of drifted into her mouth, slid its way in and found the back of her throat.

       'OK, sweets. Do your thing. Do your... Fucking felate me and do it good.'

       And I'd have to say she wasn't half bad. She'd done it before, and we both knew I knew. Even her mother could tell.

       I didn't have a lot of jizz left then, but I gave her a little spurt.

       I pulled her face to me, kissed her like I cared, like as if to thank her, and she was done with her dirty duty.

       'Hey, that was great. That was fucking fantastic. You're pretty good at that. Your boyfriend must.. You think your mother'd be as good as you?'

       'What choice did I have. You'd just have hurt me, or my mother worse, so I did what I had to do. What I knew you'd want.'

       'Good for you. Good little sex slave, you're becoming. Now get your panties all the way off me so I can put them back on you.'

       She crouched down again to comply and reluctantly handed them to me.

       I stooped down before her and she lifted one foot off the ground and I fed her panty hole over her foot. Of, course, then the same for the other. Now I slowly looked up. Right into her pussy and her hang out stuff. She knew I was appraising it.

       How could I use it?

       How could I abuse it?        

       How could I torture it, what novel way?

       And how would I end up cutting it off?

       She knew I was leering at it, but had no idea of the depth of the depravity, or the graveness or severity, of my thinking.

       She probably thought I was thinking to oral it, like she'd just done to me, which I was too.

       I slid my face right into her crotch and the thing tickled my nose. It smelled like ultra-sex. I nosed her, the way cats do, and it got closer to my teeth. I opened wide and sucked on it like it was a big straw and I was trying to get the juice out of it, which wasn't far from the truth. I swear I could suck it back two inches into my gullet. Which is where I clamped my teeth down onto it. It would have been like biting a soggy pretzel off, it would have been that easy and she sensed I was thinking to shorten her, even like clean and tidy her up. I came so close, it amazed me I could stop. I yanked her briefs tight up into her V and now she was protected and covered. She'd never know how close she came to losing it, right there and then, and I just barely knew myself. Anyhow, she still had it and I still had it to toy with and to focus on later.

       And I must say, even if I do congratulate myself, did I ever give it the attention later. In a way no sane person could imagine. And no, I didn't just remove it.

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       With her panties in place, I gave her a moderate, pretend punch in her cunt lips. She doubled over and I shoved her back and she fell, like tumbled on top of her mother again.

       Her mother was wide aware now, and had been pretty quiet for the past while. But not now, she started right in.

       'Stop hitting her. Don't hit her like that. You filthy bastard, making her suck on you like that.'

       'Mom, look out, I can't...'

       She crashed onto her belly.

       'Mandy. Mandy, watch out for my breast. It's hurt really bad.'

       'Mom. OK. Let me get off.'

       (Great choice of words, I chuckled to myself.)

       'OK, yes.'

       She couldn't get her shoulder off her mother's bunged tit and ended up applying most of her upper body weight to the pierced and torn nipple.

       'Oww. Ouch. It hurts. You're hurting me. Mandy, get off, please.'

       Well this was just spectacular. Some how the cord attached to the nipple nail got wrapped around the kid's arm at her elbow. She didn't really see it, or if she did, didn't understand the significance of it. She managed to roll of her mother and went to get upright when her mother hollered like stink. The cord pulled her tit out extra far and Mandy's back was to her, so she had to swing around to see what all the fuss was about. I was almost laughing, and was certainly gleeful inside my groin.

       'Fuck bitch, you're doing my work for me. I'm the one supposed to be doing that.'

       She let off the line pressure, the instance she could see what it was causing and they just sort of sobbed together. It was touching to watch them, comforting and assuring each other.

       "Blessed assurance, your cunts are mine. Oh what a foretaste, of glory divine." I knew my hymns and their real meanings.

       'OK. ladies. That's enough of the loving each other. (Now there was another idea, I'd have to explore, make them behave like lesbos together. Make them suck and fuck each other. But that wasn't for now.)

       'So you see, what just happened, get rid of the cord and take the fucking nail out of her. That way no more accidents will happen.'

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       I'd gotten up to see if I could be of any assistance untangling them, but my hands weren't needed any more. I slapped Mandy's ass and handed her, her bra.

       'Here, you wanted to put this back on, didn't you.'

       She didn't say a word, just took it and got her jugs re-cupped.

       'OK. Now it's your show. You've got your panties back on, and you've got that back on, so you've got what you wanted, so give me what I want.'

       They both looked at me, and Mandy replied. 'You have to let a doctor do it. I can't, that won't hurt her worse.'

       Her mother chimed in to concur. 'Yes, she's right. Please consider how bad it'll be.'

       'But you've taken the pain stuff, the Demerol, so stop whining and get to it. It should be working by now.'

       It could take anywhere from two to four hours, and it'd only been one hour, but that wasn't of concern to me. In fact it was better.

       It would hurt worse than she thought it did.

       She'd think the pain was being numbed when, in fact, it wasn't.'

       Now that, I'd call perverse and just plain miserable of me.

       'No, please. I don't think it'll be strong enough.' Mom pleaded.

       'I don't give a fuck, flying or otherwise, get to it or I'll just yank it out.'

       I started for the cord.

       'OK.' Mandy interjected. 'OK. OK. OK. Alright.'

       'Good. You finally got smart, but you were smart all along so you just must have thought you could avoid it. Well you can't. As you see, you can't. And you can't avoid me either, as your cunt just found out.'

       'Mom, how should I do it?'

       'I don't know. It's all so tender and painful, just try with the cord. To get the cord unwound, or unknotted or however you have to.'

       'OK. Yes. OK. Let me start then.'

       She went to take her breast tenderly in her fixing hands and I told them to stop.

       'Hold it.'

       'What now?' They both said like a duet, in fear filled unison.

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       'I want to see this, like close up. I think it'll be better with her across the desk on her back.'

       They both glared at me dismayed.

       'Come on. get her up and over here.'

       They knew, by now, there wasn't much point in arguing, since they'd end up having to do it anyway, except be hurt more, if they'd resisted. Mandy grappled her mother to her feet and half carried, half dragged her to the desk. She hiked her bare ass up onto the edge of it and rolled her down and across it being extra careful not to pull on her nipple line again. It was sweet how the line had dragged along behind them on the floor like a good little trained puppy dog leash. I was tempted to give it a yank, or at least hold my foot on it, but passed on the notions.

       She positioned her mother pretty well center on the desk and coiled the line gently beside her. I pulled up a chair, with my pistol in one hand, and my other pisstol in the other, to watch the entertainment about to unfold.

       Mandy took hold of her mother's tit and carefully inspected how the line was knotted around the nail. It was pulled in horribly tight now, since her mom's full upper body weight had yanked on the knot and closed it even more. The reefer was buried under the pointed end of the nail and was hidden by it. She'd have to pull it, to the side of the nail, to even start to undo it. But with it buried in her mom's tit flesh, how could she do it? She went to try and took the whole matter into her fingers gingerly. Her mom squealed out and Mandy'd barely started.

       Fuck was it sweet and going to be sweeter.

       'Mandy, God. It's so tender. It's cut in to me. Please, what now?'

       'I don't know.' She replied to her and then asked me.'Please give me a small knife or some scissors. I think there are some in her desk drawers somewhere. Please let me look.'

       I shook my head and answered, 'Uh. Uh. Just your fingers. No tools. You might want to try your teeth, but I don't know how that'd work either.'

       Removing the line, just might be the impossible mission, I gloated to myself. But I knew there was another way, to get the nail out, and wondered how long it would take them to figure it out.

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       Mandy tried every possible combination of trying to re-position the knot and after about ten tries, actually managed to get it slid to the side of the nail so she could clearly see how the knot was tied. The thing about a reef knot is that it locks in on itself. It will not slip under any circumstances and the line would break before the knot gave way.

       She tried to pick at it with her finger nails but her mom shrieked every time she tried to pull it away, from being imbedded in her flesh, so she could get her nails into it.

       It was like she was trying to get the yoke out of an egg without breaking it. You make a big enough hole in the end, the yoke might come out, but by then not much of the egg would be left. Mandy could see it wasn't going to work so entreated me.

       'I've tried. Look, I've tried for over ten minutes and all I've managed to do is slide the knot, you've tied, it must be some kind of slip knot, a little bit to the side, so I can see it. But I can't undo it. It's pulled too tight. Can't you see?'

       'So whose problem is that? It's not mine.' I said cold heartedly.

       'But you tied it up, you made it in the first place, so you know how it comes undone. Tell me how you undo it.'

       'It's a reef knot. It can't be undone.'

       'If you knew this, then why didn't you say. Why did you make me think?...'

       She gave me the shit-list look again.

       'Because you enjoy watching me, trying to do the impossible, as you say? Don't you? That's it.'

       'Fucking right, it's been a hoot.'

       'You're so mean and inhuman. I despise you. I hate you and we both despise you. I can't do what's impossible, nobody can.'

       'But you can get the nail out.'

       'What? How? How can I?'

       'Just pull it out. Grab onto the head and extract it like a tooth.'

       'But that'd be worse than with the cord off. So much worse.'

       'But you can't get the cord off, so what other choice do you have?'

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       'But help me, you have to help then, if you've made it impossible.'

       I appeared to take pity on her.

       'OK, Alright. I'll give you a break.'

       I went and retrieved another finishing nail, just like the one through her mom's tit. I handed it to Mandy.

       'What's this for?'

       'I'll let you use it to pick at the knot. Once you get the knot started to loosen, then you'll be able to undo it the rest of the way.'

       She accepted it willingly.

       'But there's just one catch, before you can utilize it.'

       'What? What, then, now?'

       'I want you to...Hold on.'

       I spied a wooden box, a fancy one like a treasure chest that was about four inches high and three inches wide and a foot long. It looked like a case for something expensive. I got it and found it empty which didn't matter. I handed it to Mandy.

       'What? What in God's name are you up to?'

       I was elated at the prospects of what I was up to.

       'I want you to put the box between your mother's legs, right at the top. Press it against her cunt like you're trying to shove it up into her.'

       (A box in her box. Ha. Ha.)

       'I will not. Are you totally sick?'

       I picked up the neatly coiled line, on the desk, attached to her mom's tit.

       'Fine then. We'll settle this here, right now.'

       I started to un-coil the line.

       'No. Don't. Don't do that. OK. Yes. OK. Here, look here.'

       She did exactly as I wanted.

       'So mom, Stephanie fucking therapist, I want you to hold still. Keep your hips very still. It's very important to the health of your daughter.'

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       'You're a maniac. How can you enjoy, how can you like it, controlling us this way?'

       'Get it clear, bitch, I'm not controlling you, I'm cuntrolling you. Cunt. Cunt. Cuntrolling you both. Both your fucking vaginas. So, fuck the thing that matters now is that you not lose control, or you could lose it all. I'll kill her, I'll kill your bitch cunt daughter, right in front of your eyes, if you don't co-operate fully.'

       She looked like she understood.

       'And you Mandy, I want you to position, I want you to lay the stuff hanging out of your mother's cunt, I want you to lay it along the top of the box, like it's on display.

       Now that was more than sweet to behold as she pulled the worm long and laid it there like bait.

       I studied mom closely. The job Mandy'd done, and ran my finger along it. I'd swear she even contracted the way a worm does if you touch it. Even little ridges formed on the brain-like surface. Fuck, it had a mind, and some sense of its own self. It was like spectacular and fascinating and, oh, such a target.

       'Perfect. Just beautiful.' I enthused. 'I fucking love it and I love you. (I patted the older woman's crotch.) and, of course, I love you too, Mandy. Here, come here and give me a kiss.'

       She trundled the three steps to where I was and held her mouth out and closed her eyes. She looked silly, because it was forced. I brushed her lips with mine and dropped down to my knees to kiss her other lips through her underwear. As I pressed my face into her silk, I put the nail into her hand and stood up all ready.

       She looked at her hand and looked at me and said, 'What are you up to? Tell me what?'

       'I want you to put the point of the nail to your mother's cunt shit on top of the box.'

       'No. No. No way, never.'

       'Come on, just do it. You know you'll have to anyway.'

       It took her five minutes to put the point just where I wanted it, about dead center, half way down her cunt tongue dick.

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       'Mom. Mom, I don't know what to do. I don't know what he wants me to do.'

       'It's OK sweetheart, I love you and I'll do anything for you to keep you safer. You know that, don't you? So it's OK. Just do as he says.'

       But nobody said anything, just waiting breathless for my next utterance. But go figure, a nail pressed to her cunt appendage and it pressed to a hard surface, it shouldn't take much perverted imagination to glean the next move, like an obvious check-mate.

       'Push it in.'

       'No, no. I won't. You want me to pierce her don't you? The same way you did her breast.'

       I interrupted her, 'I didn't do her tit, I did her nipple and her breast just got in the way, just got a bit of it.'

       'No, what? '

       'But no, not exactly the same.' I continued, 'but pretty much the same, so shove it in her.'

       'Mom. Mom.' She wailed.

       'Don't look to her. Talk to me.'

       I'd had my little hand gun and held it to Mandy's sweet temple.

       'I'm gonna blow your fucking mind all over her crotch, if you don't do it, and start pushing it through.'

       Mom begged.

       Her.

       'Mandy, do it. Honey, do it. It'll be OK. It won't kill me, but I think he'll kill you, so just do it, but do it fast.'

       'Good for you mom, now that's an idea. Yeah, do it fast. - Hold on again.'

       I was back to my briefcase and came back with a small ball pene hammer and put it in Mandy's other hand.

       'What good's a nail without a hammer? So hit it, one good fast wack, and hit it.'

       'No. Absolutely not. No. You're impossible. I will not. I refuse.'

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       Mom piped up again, 'Honey, yes do it. That way it'll be fast, that way. When I count to three, just do it.'

       'Mom. Oh, please. I love you.'

       'One..'

       'Mom. I love you.' She wailed.

       'Look, ladies, this is all very sweet, but Mandy here needs to know something.'

       'God, you're horrid. What possibly now?' That was Mandy speaking.

       'Well, I need you to think about it, to analyze it, the box underneath is wooden. I want you to smack it, the nail hard enough with the hammer to drive the nail into the wood so it stays.'

       Mandy pretty well got the picture right off, then the box would be nailed to her box and it wouldn't come free. And all this was just so she could use the nail point to pick at the cord knot cutting into her mom's distorted nipple.

       'But I won't be able to use the nail, like you said then.'

       She thought she had me.

       But ever the boy scout, be prepared.

       For the unusual and unforeseen circumstances.

       Expect the unexpected, as they so aptly say.

       'Not to worry, I've got lots more.'

       'Oh, oh, God. This is a nightmare.'

       'And you're the star of it screaming wide awake, so go to it.'

       She accepted the hammer and held it like a woman who hadn't done much hammering, and look how she was about to learn the skills involved.

       'No, no, you stupid cunt, hold it at the end of the handle, not close to the middle. That way you get more swing and better impact, like more power to it then.'

       She did as she was told and just barely could lift the head of the two pound hammer. She couldn't hardly raise it, but knew she had to. She hated that hammer and wanted to hit it.

       Now she was crying and her mom was weeping and both of their similar faces contorted the same beautiful way.

       They convulsed in revulsion in unison.

       They looked like the theater masks, the happy and sad ones, only both were sad and anguished.

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       She took her big swing and she missed.

       Well not exactly.

       She missed the nail on the head.

       She hammered her mom in the labia to the side of her clit.

       Mom exploded upward and daughter exploded sideways.

       'Mom, I'm sorry. Jesus. Christ.  How could I miss?'

       'I suppose you were nervous.' I offered her as an explanation.

       Mom was wailing. Her nub was plenty bruised and ruptured a bit.

       'Shit, cunt, what're you trying to do, rupture her G spot. Fuck, if you want to do that, I'll get the pliers for that. (And I did have a pair in my case) Want me to get them?'

       She just mewled at me and postured, but pathetically, and her tears were down to her tits by now, in a salty rivulet. And her hair was a mess. She was a mess. She looked ever so beautiful.

       'No. No, God. No, no, no...' Her no's just trailed off.

       'So line it all up and try again. You've heard of the forty wacks, like Lizzie Borden with the axe, well it's Mandy with the hammer, so that's just fine with me if you have to try forty, or more, times. So take your best shot. Take your best shots.'

       She focused and concentrated through her tear-blurred vision and sobbed and trembled and got everything just like before and after holding her breath for what seemed like forever, she slugged the nail right on the head. It drove through mom's cunt stuff and right through the thin wood of the box top but didn't split it.

       (It split her mom's cunt stuff but not the box top - to clarify the scene.)

       I must say, I could not have done it, executed it (and she did execute it) any better myself. I was proud of her resolve to do the right thing, to do her mom right.

       'Excellent. Excellent. Just fucking, fucking perfect. You'd make a good carpenter. You learn fast. Think your mom'd hire you? Seemed you liked doing it. Did it with gusto.'

       She'd had enough.

       I'd pushed her enough.

       She boiled inside and then boiled over.

       The hammer was still in her hand and she swung it at me.

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       I wasn't watching, at least, not that, since mom's new crotch fascinated me so much, so Mandy could surprise me.

       And she did surprise me.

       She caught my forearm and the gun was knocked free. She swung again and just missed, but bashed the desk top, barely missing her mother's head.

       I bolted away, but away from the gun too, and she was closer to it.

       Fuck and a hundred more fucks, was it all going to end this way?

       She got to the gun and went to fire at me, aimed right for my twisted mind, but the safety was on. She tried again, with no result. The trigger wouldn't budge, so she looked to see what she needed to do, to be able to kill me. I'd say I had about two seconds and I used them wisely. Mom's desk chair was nearest to me, so I grabbed it up and charged towards Mandy with it above my head. She pulled back, still trying to release the safety catch, she'd found. Luckily, she was trying to maneuver it the wrong way. She was still out of my swinging distance, but mom was right there before me.

       I smashed the chair to her chest.

       Mandy looked on in horror, not heading the gun anymore.

       Mom had passed out, as to be expected, when the nail did its thing, so she couldn't even raise her arms to deflect the blow.

       It smashed her tits good and I went to do another.

       'Drop the gun or I'll smack her skull. I'll cave her fucking brains in.'

       Now Mandy had to decide.

       I figured her mom had about two seconds to live. Would Mandy use her two seconds well too?

       Indeed she did. She threw the gun to me. I grabbed it up off the floor and released the safety and shoved the barrel hard against her mom's labia.

       And fucking fired.

       It all was a screaming frenzy, and very fast paced.

       It was just a little measly twenty-two but it did the job good.

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       It powder burned her fuzz and the blood exploded out of her, like a splatting geyser.

       Mandy came at me, to grab the gun away so I wouldn't shoot her mom again - there.

       We struggled a bit and I managed to bury the short barrel into her tit, but sideways and the trigger went off. Her tit puffed out, like a bull frog's throat when it croaks, and the neatest little holes appeared on both sides of her jug, the entry wound and just a slightly larger exit wound.

       Mandy looked bewildered, more than shocked and didn't pass out, It was all tit fatty tissue, the bullet had passed through, so there wasn't much resistance. Not to say it didn't hurt plenty, it's just that the slug cauterized the hole as it made it, so there wasn't much blood either. Now she seemed further enraged that I'd dare decorate her tit that way. A tattoo was OK, but a bullet hole, no fucking way, simply not acceptable.

       She was like in denial and went to pummel me again. She must have thought she was super woman or she wasn't thinking at all. I shot her same tit through again.

       (God I could get used to this, I thought.)

       I didn't wait for her to explode at me again. She was too full of adrenalin. I shot her in the knee cap and that did it. She collapsed to the floor, unable to stand and unable to stay conscious.

       So that'd been a work out.

       The fast and the furious, you might say.

       And now I had two unconscious wounded cunt bitches at my disposal.

       I also had back my control and I intended to make them really pay now.

        This had been the appetizer and now came the entree.

       I yanked mom down off the desk roughly, dumping her onto the floor in a heap. I kicked her a couple of times, but not sexually. The box nailed to her box broke, but the top of it was still affixed to her by the new nail.

       I pulled her out flat, facing up on the floor.

       I did the same with Mandy, laid right beside her mother.

       I pulled up my chair and just sat there looking down on them, the most beautiful fucking sights I'd seen in a long time. Sight seeing, just fucking right.

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       Mother and daughter, side by side, bashed and bruised and much worse. They looked so similar and inviting and then my eyes rested on how similar their extra cunt-out parts were. I suppose you could call them spare parts. And spare parts tend to be non-essential, like even disposable. There had to be something. There had to be some way to punish them for having such untidy cunts.

       It didn't take me long to figure it out.

       I cut me off a three foot length of the cord I'd used on mom's tit. I was to her crotch. I knelt down before her and fingered the nail through her business. I fed the line around her cunt worm just below where it came out of her major labia and tied a knot tight around it. I pulled really hard and it constricted it severely, and the rest of it became like an engorged balloon, which was sort of funny, because it was a balloon with a nail through it, like sort of a contradiction.  I tugged on the line and it wouldn't slip and I could have yanked the thing right off with a hard pull. I made it go in circles a few times. And the box top followed perfectly.

       And then I was to Mandy. I tied the other end of the line to her the same way, but now only left about a foot of line between their joined body parts. Her worm was a bit smaller, but I had no trouble getting it firmly tied off and as it ballooned out, I pinched her hard and I think I could have exploded her. I tied another six foot piece of line to the middle of the line connecting them. I sat there waiting for them to revive and pulled on the longer line a few times to watch their worms jerk up right together. They were both on my strings.

       I could pretty well guarantee a scream fest was on the menu now and that was an under-estimation.

       Mom came to first and right off knew something extra was wrong. She dragged her head up to look down at her crotch and didn't see the line at first.          She just saw the box top nailed to her out stuff.

       The she saw the line across her leg going to her daughter and groggily took hold to remove it.

       There was no doubt, she knew then, what it was all about.

       'Oh, no. What the bloody Hell. What is this? What have you done to us?'

       'Look for yourself. You're not joined at the hip, you're joined at the clits. Well, not quite, but almost. You're joined at the cunts, that's for sure.' I said proudly like it was a special accomplishment. Which I believed it was. I'd never seen it done before or had the opportunity to do it before this.

       I thought it was pretty original and pretty.

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       Mandy was coming to now.

       'Oh God. My knee and my breast. Why did you shoot me in my knee? What the? What's this?'

       She grabbed at the line to get it away and mom cried out, 'Mandy don't.'

       It was too late. She yanked on it and her worm exploded.

       And mom's did too.

       'What? What? What have you done?'

       'You mother already knows. Take a good look for yourself.'

       So, now you want to see abject disbelief and horror, that was Mandy's beautiful twisted face. She could see it, but she couldn't absorb it. How could anyone have created such a perverse and perverted situation for them to be in?

       Was there no limit to the depth of my depravity, the depth of its well?

       To me it was swell.

       And now it was time to get serious.        

       To put the ante over the top.

       'I want you to stand up, both of you.'

       The implications were instantly apparent.

       How could they, with their cunts tied so close together, which meant something would have to give, and not like donations to the Red Cross or Goodwills.

       What did I care that they couldn't stand up, they had to if they wanted to stay alive?

       'If you two don't want to die right here, right now, stand the fuck up.'

       I have to give them credit, they tried to figure it out. First they determined there was only a foot of line stretched between them. They both tried to pull the line off their cunt dicks but could see pretty quickly it was futile and besides it hurt too much. It was a hoot watching them try to undo the knots, first their own and then each other's. I'd used the impenetrable reef knots again. I offered them both a nail, to pick at the knots, and they both tried that, but the nail points kept slipping off the knots and they kept stabbing their own pussy parts. That novelty soon wore off for them.

       Masochists, they weren't, but I was the penultimate sadist in their lives.

       Their chapters were about to close.

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       Then they rolled on to their sides to face each other and embraced each other tightly and tried to twist up into a sitting position. The moment they had to push their legs out to clear each other, the line stretched them good and they fell back groaning. They tried the same thing, not fully facing each other, but at more of a right angle to each other. It looked like it could work, but they kept falling back, when the stretch hurt too much. They finally realized they were never going to get up, where they were, in the middle of the floor. Even I could see it.

       'Why don't you get over to a wall and use it to push your backs up against?' I offered.

       They were about to do it anyway and it was really something to watch them working together to cover the seven feet to a clear wall. They were like an awkward inch worm. First one half moves six inches and then the other caught up. Then another six inches, and so on and so on. But they did get there about as fast as the snail would have.

       Now it worked. After a couple of tries they were standing full up and closely facing and embracing each other. It was like they were proud and relieved that they had succeeded.

       They should have stayed down.

       'Come over here. Come on and dance over here, like a slow dance.'

       I tugged on the line, attached to the line, and their worms both stretched towards me, like twins on a mission. Like little unicorn horns and it sure made me horny too.

       They shimmied and wiggled and shuffled their feet a few inches at a time until they were right before my chair and my naked standing dick.

       I stood up, all powerful and in control of them and took each of their heads in my hands and kissed them one after the other.

       They didn't want to.

       'Come on, right on the lips, both of you.'

       I gave them really loving like kisses because I felt so sorry for them. They had no fucking idea what was to come. Plus I was so excited and pumped with my own invincibility. With my destructive powers. My power to destroy a little tiny sexual part of them both.

       I ran my hands over their bodies and pried into each of their sphincters.

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       'I'm going to ass fuck each one of you now.'

       'No. God no, You can't.' They wailed in unison.

       They soon saw I could.

       I shove my pecker way deep into mom's rectum and banged her up and down hard. It bounced her daughter too. I pulled out abruptly, before I jizzed her. I had a better idea.

       My ball peen hammer weighed over two pounds and I tied it to the line, tied to the line, joining their cunts and then let it hang down. Their cunt shit supported the weight of the hammer, and they were nicely stretched. And they objected.

       I shoved back into mom's ass and gave her the juice in about five minutes.

       'That was decent. - Mandy, I'll get to you in a few minutes but I need to tell you my plans. What your next challenge is.'

       'This had to be it. Finish what you said and let us go.' Mandy was giving the orders now, or so she wanted to believe.

       'Well, sort of, I can. One of you's going to go, and one's going to stay.'

       'No? What?'

       'I want you two to separate. I want you apart again. So I can get at your cunts to fuck them again.'

       'Uh? No. You'll have to let us then.' Mandy said.

       'No. No. You pull yourselves apart. Like a tug of war. A cunt tug of war, and the one with the weakest cunt, the weakest cunt stuff hanging out, loses, and loses her life. She fucking dies.'

       Their brains could not absorb it. How in God's good earth could this bad thing be happening to them. They'd never nightmared such a thing and now it was their wide awake screaming dream.

       I was ready to ass fuck Mandy and did her in about ten minutes. She protested but was more preoccupied with what I'd said about murdering one of them.

       After about ten minutes, out of Mandy, I wanted then to get on with gettin' on.

       'OK ladies, this is it. I want you to separate.'

       They wouldn't even try.

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       I took hold of the line, still connected to mom's pierced tit and viciously yanked on it. Her tit pulled way out to the side and they almost lost their balances. She screamed full right into her daughter's terrified face. Still they made no effort to separate their cunts.

       I put the gun to mom's head, and told her, 'If you don't fucking try to pull away from her, I'm going to put another bullet through her tit.'

       She knew I was killing them. A frenzy was taking on a life of its own.

       She made a feeble attempt and I nestled the barrel about an inch back of Mandy's areola and gave her another tit hole.

       'Now it's your turn.'

       I put the barrel right to the nail through her nipple and blasted it out. It tore the end off her tit and she went to collapse. Mandy had to hold her up or they'd both fall to the ground and the line would rip one of them lose.

       But her mother was so heavy, Mandy wouldn't be able to support her for very long.

       And I just watched her struggle until she couldn't any more. It was about ten glorious minutes before they crumpled to the ground and became separated.          I had no idea whose cunt was ripped.

       It was Mandy's.

       She'd screamed from her guts as it tore off her, and passed out too, to join her unconscious mother.

       The fucking end of her cunt stuff, I picked it up to keep as a souvenir. It had a bit of the insides of her outer labia attached to it also, so she was bleeding, maybe to death, I figured.

       Soon there was so much blood about her crotch, I couldn't make out much of her detail anymore.

       But mom was OK.

       At least cuntwise.

       She came too and even though her nipple was gone, it was when she saw her precious daughter, and all the blood about her pussy, that she freaked.

       She screamed and wheedled at me to get her to a hospital.

       I refused.

       'She's not going to live. You can see that. Besides, why would she want to with her cunt like that. Look, her thing like yours, here it is.'

       I showed it to her about six inches from her eyes.

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       Her face twisted all up in anguish at her beautiful, capable daughter's cunt part being trust in front of her.

       'Should I eat it. I think I'll eat it.'

       Mom was going into mental shock.

       'No. I better not. I want to keep it, and yours too.'

       Without warning, I took hold of the loose end of the line and ripped it out and away from her. It took three hard yanks and the line pulled free with the piece of her still attached. And the top of the wooden box came along too with the nail still piercing the detached piece.

       She passed right out again.

       And that was pretty well it for them.

       I didn't even try to stem the bleeding.

       This had all been a new experience for me.

       I'd spiraled out of control in the violence frenzy and it was special.

       There was no point in transporting them, since there'd be nothing worth while left to fuck.

       By the same token, I wasn't one to leave evidence.

       I'd prefer no one know the extent of the indignities and tortures I visited upon victims. That is, other than other new victims. I loved showing them pictures of my handyworks, so they could see what to expect. But that was for their wide eyes only and skeletons may show broken bones but they don't reveal severed nipples or mutilated cunts and the like.

       I loved what I did, but was ashamed anyone else should know the extent of my degeneration. Besides, some crimes are so heinous, it gives the police extra incentive to solve them. I supposed this one qualified. I suppose all of mine did. And the thing is, the cops are smart enough without being egged on to become even smarter or more determined. Only an ego-maniac taunts them and I wasn't that kind of maniac.

       When I'd come in through the sub-basement access, I'd noticed barrels of acetone with 'highly flammable' warnings on them. There looked to be a couple of dozen five gallon steel pails. There were two red containers of gas also.

       There were handling carts down there too, and in about half an hour I had all the acetone and the gas into her office.

       They were both dead by the time I returned with the second load. I knelt down and cut three nipples off them. Mandy had some labia left on her left side, so I sliced it off too. I stabbed their corpses several times, just to feel how they punctured. They were quite a mess by now so my work was pretty well done.

       I laid Mandy on top of her mother, like in a last embrace.

       I collected everything of mine and splashed five pails of the fluid all around her office. I took another pail for each and poured it right on them. I set the rest of the containers right beside the bodies, like big sticks of dynamite, or powder kegs.

       I had to work fast. Acetone evaporates fairly fast, but there was so much of it, and evaporation meant it was in the air, like a vapor bomb.

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       I used the gasoline to leave a stream all the way out of her office, under the door and down the hall, into the stairwell and partway down the concrete stairs. I kept the containers, they were always handy to have. This building was built like a fortress and I figured the blast would push outward, towards the windows, and be contained mostly to her office. I'd soon know if I was right.

       I lit the stream and ran like stink.

       I was into my van and pulling out of the abandoned exit when the sky lit up. It was like an oil well fire, an inferno, and there'd be nothing but bones of them left. No flesh would remain.

       I passed the fire engines and the cops careening to get to the scene.

       I drove carefully and nobody noticed me.

       It'd been a night I'd never forget.

       Almost six hours of ecstasy -

       Six hours of banging them,

       That ended with a bigger bang.