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Revision of a true life murder.
Daniel Sylvester murdered Alicia Ross, in
real life.
His trial in currently ongoing in Toronto,
Canada.
I dreamed I was Daniel Sylvester and this
is how the encounter with Alicia Ross should have gone down.
This is a work of fiction.
Page 1.
Life was a bitch and one lived right next
door to me.
While
I'd secretly watched her and fantasized often about raping and torturing her,
it was all just in my imagination and I did my best to avoid direct contact
with her. She intimidated me, or at least tried to. The few times I had
encountered her, face to face, she did nothing to try to hide her contempt for
me. She was beautiful and what some people would call vivacious and was an 'in'
person, an 'it' person who was a social butterfly, so to say. By contrast, I
was reclusive and withdrawn and generally awkward around others, especially
good looking women. I always wanted to cut their nipples off and rip their
cunts open which I suppose made me a sexual misfit.
I was thirty-three and still lived with
my widowed mother who doted on me and didn't even make me get a job. Dad had
left her quite well of when he died suddenly at sixty years old. I had left the
nest quite a few years earlier but it didn't work out and within two months was
back home where I'd lived ever since.
Alicia and her boisterous family had
moved in about two years ago and at twenty-five, she was the second oldest of
four sisters. Her mother was a sawed-off little runt, under five feet, with a
yappy motor mouth that was always in gear, so I suppose Alicia came by it
honestly. You always knew when they were around and especially Alicia with her
aggressive manners. The others didn't look nearly as good as her, but there was
a niece...
It
was later revealed she was adopted which explained why she looked so much
better. So indeed, Alicia was beautiful but in a brassy, arrogant,
overly-extroverted way. She always had a big toothy smile on her rectangular
face and loved to display and reveal her body. She surely thought she was God's
gift and particularly sexual and more to the point, she thought she was
invincible and I often wondered, even felt it, if something would happen
between us, not that she'd willingly ever have had anything to do with me. I'd
even installed a little outdoor spy camera, hidden in one of the many big
trees, that looked right down upon where she often sunbathed topless beside her
inground pool. I'd managed to get some good high-rez digital still photos of
her as well.
Using a special computer program and my
home desktop printer, I'd made myself several life sized posters of her
utilizing hardboard for a backing and loved throwing competition darts at her.
From fifteen feet away, it took over seventy throws before I nailed one of her
nipples dead center which led me to jerk off almost immediately. I often
wondered what it would be like to do it to her in person and never dreamed I
would actually get the chance. I wondered how she would puncture and scream?
Page 2.
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Back to my story.
We were in the midst of a heat wave and
my living area was stifling. It was a self-contained apartment made in the
basement with a separate entrance from the side of the house. The central air
had been on the fritz and it would be at least another day before the repairman
could promise to come by.
I was tossing and turning and couldn't
sleep for more than half an hour so I got up about one-thirty am to go outside
for at least a small measure of relief. I dressed lightly and as I stepped out
into the cooler air, I found it had been raining, but was now stopped. I had
only taken about four steps along the walk-way between our houses when Alicia
burst around the corner from her backyard heading directly towards me. She
never did anything slowly, except to die.
I suppose because of the late hour, and
not at all expecting to encounter anyone, she had gone for a swim in just her
bra and panties. They were still soaked from the pool so she might as well have
had nothing on. Her nipples were huge, like puffy ones and stuck out a good
half inch through the smooth white fabric of her sports bra. She'd shaved herself into a heart shape and I
could have counted the hairs of her bush right through her panties. A motion
sensor spot light had come on just as we met so I really could see everything
and she knew it.
Page 3.
She freaked but made no effort to conceal
herself, like she was defying me with her body, with her sexuality. Like, 'look
what I've got that you can't have'. Bold as brass balls she stood there
practically naked, blocking my way, to confront and berate me.
'What the Hell? What the fuck? What the
fuck are you doing here? Now?'
I didn't like her tone or attitude at all
and right off wanted to punish her for not trying to cover herself, at least
show a little modesty or embarrassment. But that wasn't Alicia, she was never
modest.
I replied, 'Going for a walk. Anyhow,
what's it to you? I have just as much right to be here as you do.'
She took immediate uppity offense and
decided to show me who's boss. She had just been promoted to a management
position at her computer company so she must have been used to seizing the
initiative and ordering people around.
'Like Hell you do. You came out to spy on
me. Like a dirty little school boy. You're pathetic. You're nothing but a
fucking loser and always have been. You're pathetic. Pathetic. Now get out of my way before I call
the cops.'
'The cops? What for?'
'I told you, you're a peeping Tom
pathetic loser, so get the fuck out of my face.'
"Pathetic. A pathetic loser."
Well that was it. That tore it. I'd been
called that all through early school and much of high school until I dropped
out. For me, that was a, no the trigger word.
I slapped her pretty hard across her
still mouthing off bitch face.
She recoiled in a small amount of
surprise but mostly from indignation and then punched me to the side of my
mouth. She didn't slap me back. She escalated it and punched me full fist hard
and I could taste my own blood. She was athletic, about five feet eleven inches
and a hundred and forty-five pounds and she worked out and jogged all the time
so she was fucking fit and strong so it hurt plenty and I almost fainted.
Page 4.
She'd recently taken up kick-boxing and
next went to hoof me. She missed and tried to slug me again. I managed to grab
onto her wrists, to prevent her from connecting, but now she struggled wildly.
I swung her around and pinned her arms against the rough brick wall of her
house. My chest was against hers. She scraped along the sharp surfaces and cut
into her arms. She was really trying to knee me now, actually smash my balls
and I had to step to the side to avoid her. She was totally out of control and
I wasn't sure I could actually overpower her. She was so pumped full of
adrenalin and of her own invincibility and now she was clearly out for more of
my blood.
I didn't really mean to, but as she
lunged forward and down, her tit hung there, for a moment, like a target,
perfectly outlined. I smashed my fist into her harder than she had hit me and
there's no doubt it really fucking hurt her. She started to holler louder
obscenities and I didn't want the whole neighborhood awakened so I gut punched
her pretty well all my might. The wind, the breath was sucked right out of her
and her yell cut right off short. Now she was doubled over and staggering, trying
to breath and coughing and starting to throw up. I took her head in my two
hands and pulled it down further and then got my arm around her neck, like a
wrestling headlock, defined as her head locked between the crook of my elbow
and the side of my body. I walked her into my back yard with her trying to pull
away behind me. I squeezed on her neck with all my might and she tried to claw
at me, but mostly tried to get my arm looser so she could breath. There was a
folding aluminum chase lounge in our path and I threw her forward so that she
tumbled over it, getting all caught up in it, before she was finally
outstretched on the ground. She had twisted around onto her back to face me
standing over her, with her arms upreached towards me. God her tits were incredible
and I wanted to slug them more. She still couldn't really breath and I kicked
her twice, hard to the side of her leg and as she twisted away, I booted her
extra hard right in her butt crack. That exploded her further, (How dare I
attack her rectum too.) and she thrashed wildly to force me away. She managed
to kick me back pretty good twice but on her third try, I latched onto her
ankle and pulled her along the damp grass on her backside.
Page 5.
Even though her other leg was striking out
wildly, dragging her pulled, actually more like rolled, her panties down off
her hips to the bottom of her ass. Her cunt was out but just a bit. She could
see my eyes gleaming and figured raping her was my next intent.
She
couldn't have been more wrong.
I stamped on her crotch.
She gave out with a high pitched squeal
and then a guttural low moan and passed out.
Fuck was she fucking beautiful. She was
curled up onto her side, like fetal, and her tits just hung there not even
jiggling. Her one leg was up towards her chest a little more than the other, so
I could see a bit of her considerable labia from behind. She had the pair of
parallel bananas kind. I knelt down beside her and turned her more onto her
back to face me and put my hand on her inner thigh, just a couple of inches
from her cunt. I could see clearly now that she had one of those messy cunts
with lots of crinkly stuff on the outside and protruding, like a mini squiggle
dick. Leave it to her to have a cunt with a tongue hanging out of it, like she
had a mouthy twat too and it probably had teeth.
She
was my limp doll, my plaything now. I had dreamed so many times of touching her
sexually and there it all was laying unconscious before me. I took hold of her
bra in the center and pulled it up above her tits. They sort of just popped out
and then stopped jiggling. I gazed at her face, somewhat in amazement that I
had her in this situation. I'd just gone out for a breath of fresh air and now
I was getting a breath of fresh cunt and I wasn't sure what to do next.
I
wasn't sure what I wanted to do to her next.
I
could have fucked her right then but then it would be over fast and I'd have to
kill her to keep her from telling anyone. No way, no fucking way she wouldn't
go to the cops and probably exaggerate what I'd done to her, like it was all my
fault even though she'd started it. If I was going to do her, actually rape
her, I didn't want it to be over fast, but I was afraid if I so much as sucked
on one of her nipples or shoved my thumb into her twat, or pulled on what was
hanging out, that would be it. I'd start and not be able to stop.
'No.
No. No.' I thought to myself.
'No.
No. No.' I said out loud to myself.
'Think.
Think. You stupid prick. You've gone this far. So think. Think. Fucking think.'
I muttered it all out loud.
Page 6.
The
cottage. Our cottage.
We
hadn't used it for a couple of years and were thinking of selling it, but
nothing imminent or pressing and it was secluded and remote but had all the
amenities. I decided there and then, we were going for a ride.
Kidnapping.
Fucking
kidnapping.
I
was going to kidnap Alicia to the cottage and then she'd get the rapes and a
whole lot more tortures.
I
was giddy with excitement and the anticipation. I almost came in my own pants
just at the thought of transporting the bitch's cunt and tits.
She
was coming to and started to moan. She must have felt her stamped cunt right
off. I took her head in my hands and then gripped her around the throat choking
her. She was full awake now and clawed at my hands and tried to knee me away. I
drew her up by the throat until she was full standing and tightened my grip
further. Her eyes were wide and bulging and she was almost turning blue. I
could see the veins in her temples and a few seconds later she went limp again.
I released my hands and let her flop to the grass, all twisted and seemingly
broken.
I
raced into our garage for some duct tape and nylon cord which I knew right away
where they were and also got my grandfather's WWII Italian switch-blade and a
razor sharp scalpel like knife which were also close by. I was back to her
within a minute and tightly bound her wrists behind her back. I didn't give a
fuck about her circulation. I bound her ankles and her legs just above her knees.
I loved doing it more than I ever could have imagined and I'd imagined it
plenty. She was coming to again and, of
course, everything was different now. Right off she realized she was tied up,
sort of hog-tied and she'd have none of it. She went to holler (for dear life).
I closed and clicked open the switch blade (for effect) and held it right hard
up under her chin.
Page 7.
'Shsh.
Shhshh.' I said. 'Start screaming and I'll stick you. I'll fucking stab you.
You understand?'
She
nodded wide eyed but defiant and tried to play the victim to fool me.
'So
what do you think of that?'
'Please.
Please. No..'
'Oh,
now it's please and just a few minutes ago you were all swearing and superior.
So who's the boss now?'
She
just glared at me and wriggled but quickly realized when she did, all it did
was make her tits jiggle like jelly and I loved it and she knew I did from the
saliva dripping from my chin and the bulge in my pants.
I
put my other hand to the back of her head and pulled it up forward towards me.
I put my face really close to hers and could smell her fear and her sex. Her
breathing was more like panting and it really turned me on hearing her gasping
for her life.
I
whispered into her ear, 'How about a kiss. Just one little kiss?'
She
jerked her head and her face away.
'Come
on. Don't be like that. Don't be a fucking stingy bitch. Just one little kiss.
I'm sure you've got lots of them in you.'
She
spat out, ' Fuck you. Fuck off.'
'I'll
tell you what, Alicia, I kiss these lips', I said touching her face, 'or I kiss
those lips and I chew on what's hanging out of you .' I took hold of her inner
thigh and she knew I'd seen more of her cunt already than she'd ever have
wanted me to.
I
laid the knife on her chest, between her tits and took hold of her head both
sides. I aimed my mouth for hers and as our lips brushed, she jerked hard to
the side and twisted and the knife flew off her. She started to holler at the
very top of her lungs.
I
kneed her in the side, to the back and she still tried to holler. I hammer
punched her about the kidneys four fast blows and she quit while begging me to
stop. I picked up the knife and shoved it hard into her throat up under her
chin again. She stretched her head as far away from the tip as she could but
I'd pierced her skin and drawn a little
blood too, sort of tit for tat, so to say. You would have thought it was a
flood, the way she reacted. She froze solid and went stiller than still. I drew
the knife down to the elastic between the cups of her hiked-up bra. It looked
as if I was going to cut it off but I slid the blade inside one of her cups,
shoved it through the fabric and sliced from the center to the outer edge. I
pulled the bra back down into its normal supportive position and her nipple
peeked out nicely now.
Page 8.
I
ran the tip of the knife across her areola, pushed in slightly and her
semi-erect nipple hardened even more, like into a small steel thimble.
'You
fucking mouthy bitch. Look at that, you cunt fuck bitch. You're having an
erection, a nipple up. You like that? Your nipple like that? You slut.'
'Stop
it. I demand you stop it. You're being personal and filthy.'
'Yeah,
I can do that, I guess. I can stop. This isn't what I want anyway. It isn't
where I want.'
'Where?'
she questioned.
'Yeah,
where. We're going for a ride.'
I
suppose she really understood quickly the deeper significance and implications,
the greater danger of that, of being kidnapped, of being a kidnapping victim
and what it usually, statistically lead to. How many good looking, fuckable
kidnapped women are ever heard from again - alive? Perceiving the worsening
threat and not being in control at all, she made one last fierce attempt to get
free, although by now it was totally impractical. She threw her knees up at me
as best she could, to knock me off balance and tried to head butt me to knock
me out. She didn't at all succeed since it was pretty well ludicrous to try but
I pretended she did. She caught me a glancing blow with her head and I
pretended to reel backward and collapsed onto the grass. I twisted and turned a
bit extra so I could watch her antics out of my squinted eyes. She went right
for the knife. What surprised me was she wasn't hollering. You see, she
intended to cut herself free and then stab me, but castrate me first, for
having the nerve to so much as challenge her let alone touch her and mess with
her sex bits. Now she didn't want the cops. She wanted to mete out her own
justice, her power-bitch frontier retribution.
It was much later, I tortured, I burned this information out of her.
She
wriggled and slithered until she retrieved the knife. I was fascinated and
quite surprised also how quickly she cut through the nylon cord tied above her
knees. Now she was sawing furiously to free her ankles but couldn't reach as
well from behind so it was taking longer and she was jabbing her heel every so
often. Still, in about three minutes, she was successful and was struggling
mightily to stand up.
Page 9.
The
grass was slippery and with her wrists tied off behind her back, she'd get part
way up and tumble back down. It was sheer poetry to watch and I was almost
giggling and I'm sure my face was smirking while I was pretending to still be
unconscious. Stupid cunt bitch, did she really think it was going to be that easy?
Then, of all things, while still trying to get up, she lost her balance again,
staggered, and tumbled right on top of
me. I felt her tits squish against my chest and now it was all just too much.
As she tried to wriggle off and was partially above me, I grabbed onto both of
her jugs and squeezed full might. I shoved her further up into the air, using
them as handles and then threw her to the side. She was stunned and confused
and desperate. I was upright in a flash, over to her and I knee smashed her breast.
She shrieked out and tried to kick-box me while on her back. It really was
arrogant and silly of her. As her legs spread, her crotch was exposed for a
moment and I elbow smashed her protruding labia. That was it for her, she was
out cold again but now would have a plenty sore pussy.
I
re-tied her legs, but not quite so tightly and then duct taped her toothy
mouth. Then just for the Hell of it, I shoved my thumb into her busted twat. I
got in up to her vix and scratched at her pucker. I pinched onto her external
minora and pulled and stretched her like an elastic band about two inches out.
She could never imagine how much extra attention I would direct to that
peculiar part of her and how much extra pain I would direct its way. But now figured I better stop or my scheme
could go awry. I took the switch-blade and shoved it handle first into her and
left it there like a dildo. I bundled her up into the trunk of my car. I
cleaned up the evidence of what had happened and within half an hour, we were
on the road to cottage country bliss.
From
when I'd first encountered her, it was an hour and a half lapsed so at three am
there was no traffic at all. I did see a cop car parked outside an all night
do-nut shop so was tickled I had nothing to worry about. When I got half an
hour out of the city, on a deserted back road, I retrieved her from the trunk
and seat belted her into the front seat. I'd tied her wrists looser above the
first bindings and then cut the old ones to free up her blood flow to her
hands. I wanted her to be able to grip my cock and diddle herself.
Page 10.
She
was fully awake and aware and wide eyed and I told her I'd stick the knife in
her cunt, the other way, if she gave me any more attitude. She must have
believed me because for the balance of
the drive, about two hours more, she didn't even squirm much when I reached
over to finger and pinch her exposed nipple or twist on her cunt tongue. She
was revulsed but she contained it.
Finally
we arrived.
After
I'd opened and re-locked the gate, we were halfway along the hidden laneway
through the forest when I stopped the car and turned to her and said, 'Alicia,
sweetheart, take a good look around. It's the last time you're going to see the
outside.' The moon was full.
Then,
of all things, the bitch, the foul mouthed cunt, the invincible power force
started to cry. I reached over to her.
'Come
on baby. What you crying about? Oh, I see, maybe it's this.' I reached down and
slowly extracted the knife handle from her cunt pinching the out part of her
against it.
I
smelled it and licked it.
'Umm.
Umm good. Fucking cunt juice good.'
She
looked thoroughly disgusted and stopped with the sobs.
Her
fear was fierce and blazing and I just had to tell her what I'd been thinking
during much of the drive there.
'You
know what? I often thought about raping you in your car. Well, this isn't yours
but it'll have to do. I'm sure it'll do. I want to do it to you the first time
in the back seat. What do you think?'
Her
cries and protests were muffled so I pulled the duct tape off roughly.
'For
God's sake. You bastard, stop it. Fucking just stop it. You've gone far enough.
You've gone too far already. It's kidnapping. A federal offense, so just, just
stop it.'
I
still had the knife in my hand.
I
pushed it into her side between her ribs, not far, maybe piercing her a quarter
inch in.
'Oh,
ow. Ow, you're cutting me. Stop it, you're hurting me.'
'And
you know what, I'll fucking stab you. I'll stab you in the tits and I'll stab
you in the cunt, I'll stab you in the fucking eye, if you don't get into the
back seat.'
Page 11.
She
really didn't know what to do next to resist so all she did was stall.
Then
she started in, 'Kiss me then. Kiss me. You wanted to in the backyard, so just
kiss me then.'
'And
you'll kiss back?' I was intrigued. She was starting to compromise herself and
I just knew there'd be more of it.
'Yes.
Yes, I promise I will. I can really kiss when I want to.'
I
just studied her, my eyes narrowed in mock suspicion.
Slowly
I took her face between my hands, twisted her towards me as if to do the kiss
and then dropped lower to bite onto her nipple. I wouldn't let off and she
jerked and hollered. I let go of her face and grabbed onto the tit with two
claw like hands. I squeezed and twisted and forced her nipple out further into
my mouth. I was sawing into her flesh with my incisors and could taste the
milky blood.
'Stop.
Stop. Stop. I said you could kiss me like you wanted. I said you could so why
did you do that to me? It hurts awful, a lot.'
'Yeah,
I guess you're right. I do want to kiss your lips.'
She
looked slightly relieved and moved her face forward towards mine, but I wasn't
being receptive.
'What's
the matter? Kiss me, like you said. I'll kiss you back. Go ahead and kiss me.'
I
took her head softly, almost tenderly between my hands and quietly said, 'Yes,
Alicia, but not those lips.'
Now
she was fucked.
Now
she knew she was fucked and freaked.
She
just wasn't getting out of it. She sort of went limp and then she exploded.
'OK.
OK. OK. Fuck me. Fuck me. Rape me in the back seat if that's what you want.'
I'd
reached over and was pinching her nipple like it was a normal thing to do. She
continued, ' But stop biting me. Don't bite me anymore and stop pinching my God
damned tit.'
I
let my pinch off.
Page 12.
'"God
Damned tit?" Well good. Now you're with the program. Into the back seat.'
Nothing
happened. She just waited.
'Aren't
you going to open the door for me?'
'The
door? No fucking way. Climb up over the seat back into the back.'
Tied
as she was, that was quite a production. I released her seat belt and she
wriggled and squirmed and arched for about twenty minutes before she was up and
over the front seat, stretched out along the back bench seat. I'd watched it
all in excited amusement. My prick was plenty hard and ready.
I
got out of the car and took my clothes off. This was it. It was really going to
happen. I was really going to do her. I was pumped.
I
opened the rear door all expectant and the moment I did, she kicked fiercely at
me and screamed at the very top of her lungs. I slammed the door shut and it
caught her tied legs at the ankles. That hurt plenty. She hollered louder than
possible and pulled her legs back in and I slammed the door shut. I was a bit
flustered. I couldn't believe the amount of fight in her even when faced with
impossible odds. I quickly recovered my resolve and was back into the front on
the passenger's side, only now was fully naked with, what was for me, a boner
on. I knelt on the seat looking over and down at her.
'Well
that's it then. That's how it's going to be? How it works? Between us? I can't
trust you. I can't take your word at all?'
Now
she was irresponsible and showed a reckless disregard for her own safety.
'Fuck
you. And go to Hell. You're a loser, a pathetic loser and that's what I already
told you, only now you're a worse one.'
There
was that word again.
The
fucking trigger word.
Why
couldn't she learn?
Why
didn't she learn?
She
was about to learn.
Page 13.
From
the glove box, I fished out the scalpel like knife, murder in my eyes and hand.
She
glared right back up at me, her eyes and teeth on fire.
I
climbed over the seat into the back right on top of her.
She
never looked more defiant, or better.
And
then she started to laugh, but only half hysterically.
'Is
that it? Is that all you've got. Are you sure you're up? You're going to do me
with that? You fucking loser, even your cock's a loser.'
She
was inordinately reckless and doubly foolish
I
pressed the scalpel to her tit at the base, the underside at the fold and the
fullest part and pushed the tip in. I started to shove deeper in until the
blade was three inches hidden. It was a serious incision. Now I cut upwards
through the fat and right through the center of her nipple. She couldn't
believe I'd do it, I was doing it and she mustn't have felt it all that much
because she could watch in astonishment as her tit was sliced open. I kept on cutting until I was about an inch
above her areola. I pulled the gaping wound open with my hand and cut her again
through the nipple but from the inside out, from inside her tit guts outward.
She was totally bug eyed and there was blood but not as much as I'd have
thought. I pulled her head, her face towards me and let the instrument slip to
the floor and clamped my iron grip onto her labia and pinched and twisted on
her tongue shit. Alicia was about to get royally buggered.
I
pushed myself down and got my face into her crotch and my teeth onto her clit.
She thought I was going to bite what was out, but I bit what was in. I bit it
through and she bucked insanely and then went limp but she wasn't unconscious.
More catatonic, like in a trance and this couldn't really be happening to her.
Not to her all powerful, precious, sloppy Josephine vagina.
I
retrieved the switch-blade from the car floor and pressed the tip into her bit
clit. Now she was frozen but trembling. She just knew it was about to get a
whole lot worse. I shoved my fingers in to find her cervix and guided the tip
of the knife to it.
Page 14.
Holding
everything steady, like suspended in suspense and frozen animation, I moved up
to give her the kiss. I brushed my lips against hers and gave her a soft
tongue-exploring one. I loved the ribs of her teeth which were starting to
chatter. After about fifteen seconds with her cunt paralyzed in fear, I thrust
the knife into her and through her vix into her womb. Her eyes were beyond
terrified or belief. How could she comprehend it? I drew the knife back slowly,
slightly re-positioned it and gave her one more stab and then drew it all the
way out. She was still, but barely conscious. I wiped the cunt blood off the
blade across her other tit, the un-cut one.
I
got my prick into position and entered her for my first time boner bump. She
was bleeding a stream out her lips and it made it hard for me to spunk her but
I managed after about ten minutes of ramming, bashing thrusting. As her blood
flowed out and her blood pressure dropped she went limper and limper until she
was like a rag doll. I figured she'd lost almost a quart and had about three
quarts to go, but she was still alive but unconscious when I greased the mess.
Then
I got it into my head, shit, I wanted to keep her alive, I wanted to fuck her
more and some more, but I didn't have much time to save her, if any.
I
raced the rest of the way to the cottage garage. I pulled the car in and yanked
her out, by the hair, onto the cement floor. She was still bleeding well. I
grabbed the first cloth I could find, an oily rag and stuffed it hard into her,
like a cunt tourniquet but I knew it wasn't going to save her.
I
furiously searched for and found my plumbing propane torch with the wide copper
soldering tip. I got it lit and let it heat up. Just as furiously, I sawed a
three inch length of black ABS drain pipe off a longer piece. The torch tip had
been heating for five minutes now and I figured I had ten minutes left before
she was done for good. I opened her up and shoved the short piece of pipe into
her cunt as far as it would go. I moved the red hot tip of the soldering iron
into the pipe and made contact with her at the other end and must have found
the punctures in her cervix. It actually worked.
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After
about three minutes of moving it around and lots of sizzling, (I had to
withdraw it once to let it heat back up for a minute, there was so much cunt
steam), I cauterized her. The blood stopped flowing out of her twat.
I
was proud and pleased and couldn't believe my good fortune. I mean, I'd lost
it, nearly lost her, when she'd called me a loser again, but now there was a
chance I had her back and I could fuck and torture her further at will.
If
only she would survive and recover, then life would be so great, my life would
be so perfect. I figured it would take at least several days, about the
infection possibilities and all that, but the next few hours would be critical.
This much I knew and I said my prayers for God to let her live. I so wanted to
ass fuck her and tit fuck her and, of course, cunt fuck her even if she was
burned and punctured, especially because she was burned and punctured.
I'd
gotten her inside and into a bedroom tied to a bed and I went to sleep praying
for her to awaken again at some point.
Let
the slit slut bitch wake up again, Lord.
I
dropped off to sleep with my hopes.
The
end of part one.
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