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Posted by on in Amazon Combat

I wake up to the sounds of klaxxons blaring. Red light sweeps across the barrack room me and my sister-troopers had been assigned.

 "Incoming Rebel Attack" a robotic voice declares, its monotone expression sounding disinterested. The message repeats as I push myself out of my bed, my naked body trembling with excitement.

"Come on, bitches! Battlestations!" My commander's voice prompts me to move faster as she steps into the room. I slide the white briefs of my uniform up my legs, settling them across my firm ass and hips even as the commander storms across the room to ensure we weren't slacking. "Those rebel sluts think they can just take our ship? We'll show them what the Empire thinks of their shitty little plans!"

We dress quickly, though several girls get a sharp crack of the commander's baton as a reminder that the Empire didn't tolerate lollygagging. As I pull my black top over my head, settling it across the humps of my B-cup breasts, I can't help but notice the way my hard nipples poke through the otherwise smoothly drawn fabric; I couldn't wait to kill some rebels!

"T44, T94 & T100. Report to Airlock 54 and join-up with the defending force there. Those sluts are gonna try to board us, you make sure they don't." Three girls snap quick salutes and hurry from the room. "T55 & T63, they need extra gun crews on the starboard side. Get over there and fry anything that comes within range of the ship" I stand up tall and salute, though I hadn't even had time to get my boots on. I hurry out wearing only the black stockings that normally went under our armoured boots; I wouldn't need them where I was going anyway.

The ship is large, one of the new Imperial cruisers meant to supplement the larger Destroyers. We weren't as well armoured, but the ship could repel most attacks on its own. I had been assigned to it only a week earlier, fresh from the training center and eager to distinguish myself in battle! Now the entire place was in an uproar. Red flashing lights bathed the scene with a blood-like tint that only heightened the peak of adrenaline coursing through me.

A small troop of girls in black leotards and tall boots march past me in one of the wide corridors, all of them holding helmets under their arms; pilots! Their designations match those of us troopers, but the T replaced with a P, and their heads held higher; I wanted to be one so badly! I watch them go before T63 pushes me along, "Hurry up, stupid, before they discard us both for dereliction!" I shudder at the thought; dereliction of duty by a clone-trooper was usually punished by immediate disintegration... I'd seen a few girls be discarded, nothing left of them but smoking ash-filled boots... I hurry.

The gun battery is in full operation by the time I arrive, and the commanding officer quickly has us in place. The guns are manned individually, each girl sitting back in a bucket-reared seat facing a control panel and a pair of large sticks, each capped by a blinking red button. As I sit, the control panel crackles to life and I'm looking outside the ship! Enemy fighters are everywhere! Our own fighters are marked by green outlines to ensure we don't fire on them.

"Fire at will, bitches!"

I do just that. My seat rumbles a little with each shot, bringing a blush to my lightly freckled cheeks as I focus on what I'm shooting at. I can't see the pilots of the ships, but as I put a stream of red-coloured laserfire through the hull of an enemy fighter, I can only imagine the look on the pilot's face. I gasp softly as the fighter explodes, sending chunks of debris sprialing lazily away into space.

There! Another one! I open fire and I'm rewarded by the fighter dissolving into a streaking fireball, the girl inside it no doubt shrieking in horror for the second or two she's given before the entire thing explodes, and she's reduced to space-dust.

I fall into the flow of it easily. Fighter after fighter falls to my lasers, but there're so many more to replace them! Our own fighters continue to fight, but the number of green-lit ships on my screen begins to dwindle. I think of the pilots I'd seen heading for their ships on my way to the guns; the way their bodies had been shaped by the tightly stretched lycra-like leotards they'd worn, the small pistols bouncing in their leg holsters, the way they'd carried themselves so proudly... were all of those girls dead yet? I shiver in my seat even as another blast of laser fire causes it to rumble beneath me. I can feel the slight dampness of my panties as they cling to my aroused skin; this was even better than I thought it'd be!

My inattention nearly costs me. An enemy fighter squadron had been assigned to quiet our guns! They open fire, sending torpedoes and laser fire directly into our array of weapons. I open fire once more, but it's too late to stop them! A girl several seats over shrieks out a submissive, "NYAAAAAAHHH!" as her gun is destroyed, sending electrical feedback through her system and filling the short blonde's body with deadly electricity. She's cooked on the spot! Her body shakes, tits jostling in her tight top, and her tongue hanging out of her mouth stupidly as she stares wide-eyed at the crackling monitor. Finally, she topples forward, face-planting into the controls.

A brunette nearby suffers a similar fate, jerking and writhing in her chair as her deathcry fills the air. "AIIIIIIEEE!!!" Gritting her teeth, the brunette dies with a look of agony on her face, slumping back in her chair with her legs wide and her panties soaked by a final humiliating orgasm.

Nearly 10 of our 24 guns are destroyed, the girls manning them screaming as they die. Each of us continues to fire, however, as though unaware of the girls dying around us. Each look of determination remains solid until it's that girl's turn to shriek and dance in their seat.

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Posted by on in Amazon Combat

Just something I wrote quickly as a present for Raul in return for all of his fantastic Imperial Trooper vs. Rebel pictures. :)

I thought I'd share it with you guys as well!

 

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It's hot! The heat surrounds us, sticking to our skin tighter than the black tops and white panties we wear. My armour is stifling as I trek through the jungle with my sisters. Swatting at bugs, I grumble in annoyance.

"What was that, slut!?" Yells an older trooper near the front of our column, the sergeant looking back as she shouts. I fall quiet immediately, but I'm not the only one getting fed up of trekking through the mud and bugs!

I swat at a mosquito the size of my fist and resist the urge to use my blaster! We were supposed to be sneaking up on the fort of a native species to this planet though. The primitive bitches wouldn't clear out when we showed up, and now the Empress wanted us to remove them by force!

There are a couple of hundred of us, but it shouldn't take that many. The amazon sluts didn't even have guns! They still used bows and arrows, this was going to be a cakewalk.... if we ever got there!

"AIIIIIIIE!" A shriek from nearby has everyone raise their weapons, ready to fight... but there's no enemy! A blonde trooper, her young perky tits heaving against her black top had been grabbed by a hefty snake-like creature hanging from a tree.

"Help me!" she cries out as the snake-thing wraps its long body around her, cocooning her in its tight embrace while holding her by the neck as she's lifted off of her feet. She's practically crying, but the sergeant raises her hand... we're not to help her; if we fired, it may alert the amazons to our presence! The blonde girl cries out again as the snake begins to squeeze her violently, her arms up to try and pry it away but it's too strong. I can only watch--feeling the dampness in my panties--as she's slowly hauled up into the foliage far above.

About halfway up her struggles stop, her eyes staring down blankly as her tongue hangs out of her mouth; she was snake food now, and the dribble of cum running down her inner thigh glistens in the light. I shudder with a taboo excitement at the thought of the snake devouring the young blonde...

We've lost a number of troopers to predators along the way, and a small squad had gotten their dumb selves caught in quicksand. We still had plenty to get the job done though!

Arrows suddenly fill the air though! These were from predators of a different sort.

"URRRRGH!" a trooper takes an arrow right between her plump breasts, her finger squeezing the trigger of her blaster as it spasms from the pain filling her body. She falls to her knees, then falls face-down in the mud. I jump over her body, looking for cover as more arrows fill the air!

"YAAAAAAI!" A tall brunette beside me with a green barette in her hair takes an arrow to her belly, her eyes wide as she looks down at it in surprise and shock! A second arrow takes her quickly in the throat, and she gurgles out a trickle of blood as her eyes roll back into her head and she collapses backwards. The girl's legs kick up a bit, her white panties marked by mud and cum as she dies on her back like the slut she was!

Girls are dying all around me now. I slide into cover behind a fallen tree, but behind me over a dozen troopers are dead in the mud. A blonde's blue eyes stare at me silently as she lays across the body of a dying redhead, and I stare back, trying not to notice the arrow sticking out of the girl's back.

"Form up, return fire!" shouts the sergeant, firing wildly into the trees as she does. The arrows are coming from above us! I look up and see movement. I raise my blaster, but the target disappears before I can fire. Frantic, I look about as the deathscreams of my sisters fill the air.

"GRAAAAAAAG--" a black-haired trooper clutches at the arrow buried in her guts, only to have a second and third one plunge into her chest, spearing her tits and killing her instantly. She falls back into a pile with three other dead troopers, the pile of cooling meat providing cover for another trooper who had thought to duck behind it.

"FIRE YOU DUMB BITCHES!" cries the sergeant again, and I follow her order!

My lasers blast into the trees and I'm rewarded by a high-pitched shriek as a body tumbles nearly thirty feet to the muck below. She's tall, blonde, and almost naked! The girl wears only a grey loincloth as she writhes in the mud and soon dies. Fried one!

The surviving troopers soon spread out. We'd have reinforcements in minutes, but for now we were on our own! We fire, and start getting kills, but continue taking losses.

A redhead who looks a year or two older than me slides into cover right beside me. As she sits up to fire, she takes an arrow to her throat! I glance over, but continue to fire, as she chokes and clutches at the arrow. Her eyes look to me, as if I could help her! Soon, she falls forward over the log we'd been behind, her ass in the air and her head and arms dangling downwards. She dies like that, and I can smell her climax as her twitching body finally falls still! I can't help myself and slap her dead ass with a smirk, and take her gun in case I needed the ammo!

"T55! T02! T94! T63 & T88!" the sergeant cries out, "Push forward! Break out of the ring they've formed and flank them!"

I gulp as the other troopers called move into position. Even as an arrow whizzes past my head, I hurry to follow them. The rest of my sisters continue to hold their positions, firing into the trees and occasionally striking one of the beautiful amazon girls who were slaughtering us! I can see several corpses caught in the branches overhead, smoke rising from their scorched, naked flesh.

Jumping over several trooper corpses, their young bodies flat in the mud and their clean uniforms soiled by dirt and blood, we push forward! Suddenly, arrows are flying at US! We don't stand a chance!

T02, a young blonde with a pink barette in her long hair, takes an arrow to one breast. Her charge falters, her scream loud and piercing before a second arrow slams into her belly. Her panties are dark with cum as she thrusts her hips forward, "URRRRRAAAA!!!" she howls as she falls into the mud.

T88 doesn't get much farther, the brunette taking a pair of arrows to her chest, and a third to her shoulder. She spins as she falls, her blaster flying from her hands. "AIIIIIIE!" She lands ontop of T02, their bodies twitching and heaving as they die.

The three survivors, myself included, panic, our charge broken as we stop to fire upwards. T94 takes an arrow between her shoulderblades. Her chest thrusts forward as she screams out in pain, blood running down her back. A second arrow hits the small of her back, and her knees buckle, "GAAAAAARRGGGH...." her guttural cry cut short by a third arrow hitting her neck from the side. The braided redhair of the trooper flips about as her neck twists to the side and she falls sideways into the mud.

I clench my teeth, my panties soaking wet with anticipation now. Then I'm hit! An arrow hits me right below my right breast. My whole body seizes up as I gasp out, then I'm hit again in the belly!

"N-NYAAAAAAH!" I can't hold in my shriek as I realize I'd just been killed! My blaster goes off twice more as my hand cramps up and my muscles tighten. My eyes clench shut as I feel my balance give way, pain exploding in my mind as I fall backwards! I land on something soft, but I'm too busy cumming hard to wonder what it is. My panties are a mess, the white fabric clinging to my skin.

The position I'd landed in makes a spectacle of my poor cum-soaked panties, my legs spread and my hips lifted as I lay atop the bodies of T02 & T88. I gasp and choke, staring at the arrows jutting up from my body even as my vision starts to darken! Oh god! I was in a bodypile. A second orgasm rips through me as I realize I was going to die piled up like meat with the other two girls!

Grinding my teeth against the pain, I realize my blaster has fallen out of my hands, my whole body seems heavy I could just... relax... here... my hands fall limply to my sides, my head falling back to rest on the belly of T88.

"Fuck! Stupid bitches!" the sergeant yells as she watches T55's twitching, arrow-riddled body stop moving. T63 goes down last, an arrow in her throat for her to choke on as she dies. "T44, T24, T78, T90 & T97! Your turn! Try not to fuck it up like those sluts did!"

I'm already dead though, and can't hear them. The battle is eventually won for the Empire, and the fort is taken... but with heavy casualties...

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Introduction

A creation of the most ultimate, darkest science imaginable. He exists in a time very far
into the future, the end of the 13th millennium. The last millennium of civilization many
believed. Biomechnio technology is contained in everything. Formerly known as cybernetic, it
is used to merge and blend the artificial, the constructed, with naturally occurring organic life.
All interfaces are completely neural interlinked and communication to any corner of the universe
is possible instantly with the myriad of hyperspace connections and triax gateways created by the
super civilization that also created him.
Ultra science explains everything that needed to be explained and replaced old fashioned
religions. Such beliefs withered away as radically advanced, nearly incomprehensible technology
unraveled the universe's ultimate mysteries.
The Nova9 Connexion, an ultra civilization with ultimate control over space, matter, and
even time, combined with many other galaxies, formed a highly organized union called simply,
the "Infrastructure", and controlled at least 75% of the known universe. Everything was
connected by constructed hyperspace quantumhole tunnels which were strictly accessible only by
Infrastructure members, or those who knew their ways around the advanced security systems
protecting each tunnel. Few opposed the Connexion itself and no one dared come against the
Infrastructure, although foolish groups have tried and always failed.
Some say they know of his existence and what he does. He is considered to be what they
used to call eons ago, an urban legend. A ghost even, appearing and disappearing, whose true
existence is hailed to be nothing more than the talk of crazies. Although some view him as a god
and the stories of his sadistic deeds are told proudly by the few who dare speak of such things,
despite warnings from hidden, shadowy figures that lurk almost everywhere and are almost as
ghostly as he is.
A small group of Connexion members created him many centuries ago. They gave him
all their technology which was, even back then, beyond the ability for many now in modern day
to accept as possible. He is nearly invincible, as close to immortal as you can get, with no
predetermined length of life. He uses the most advanced weaponry conceivable and has equally
advanced defensive abilities both ingrained into his very flesh and more so in the countless types
of armor and weapons he wears and uses.
The rare few that truly know he exists think it is some sort of experiment in ultimate
sadism, pure darkness expressed and embodied by an unstoppable monster and created to act out
the wishes of the most evil minds who have ever existed in the entire history of life in this
universe. Or perhaps the most sane, in a bizarre twist of nature and technology.
He is an extreme monster, an ultimate, limitless sadist. He thirsts for violence and must
indulge his twisted, perverse desires constantly. He resides on a hidden planetoid named
Acropolis. It is contained in a very remote, and barely charted asteroid field on the out stretches
of the Sefrally system, a collection of galaxies spanning more than 10 billion light years and at
the outer most edge of Infrastructure space.
He leaves his planet daily and travels to distant worlds which he plunders. Getting there
is easy using his Zotax drive which is equipped on both his starship and supercar. Using this
wonderful and advanced technology, he pillages and ravages helpless planets and their
inhabitants, bypassing the Infrastructure's quantumhole tunnels, which are routinely monitored,
in order to commit his evil deeds undetected and unchallenged.
It is the 13th millennium. The last millennium of any modern civilization and advanced
life. Technology is god. There is no religion. There is only science and those who embrace it
and those who fear it. In the deep recesses of secret research facilities a small team of evil men
and women have created the ultimate sadist. Given unlimited power and control over time and
space itself he travels the Universe killing at will. He has no conscience or morals of any kind
and harbors an extreme bloodlust. His name is Lance and this is his Saga.

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Posted by on in Asphyxiation

For our friend Kjersti. A 24 year old blonde woman living in Norway. She likes This Board but doesn't post here. She is also a lifeguard so This should help her fantasies along.

Back-story Starts here! A camp in the newly discovered area of Nebraska sprung up around a rich vein of silver. The shamble settlement was lived in my mostly men as miners usually are and so one smart business man decided to open the first burlesque house, complete with scantily clad women to do provocative dances and nude shows.

one cruel and horrible winter the miners camp lost all their stores of food. In desperation the men decided to eat the few outsiders to their small community. The sexy dancer girls. The story has it that none of the men ever returned to normal society after that. They lived by staying in the Hills and dragging attractive young women off who venture too close. Eating most but indoctrinating others to keep their small town of lunatics thriving…

Now in modern day a camp for marital counseling and romantic get-aways is about to open in a few months. The young Sexy camp counselors (made up entirely of women) arrives early to get the camp ready for opening.
Our heroine Kjersti arrives from Norway for a incredible summer of great pay as a lifeguard. She gets into her tight red one piece lifeguard uniform and goes out to the lake (built on a flooded quarry mine) to spend the regulation six hours on guard. Without any visitors the lake is empty and quite. It's a little bit cold so Kjersti has gooseflesh on her arms. The scene opens here on the beach surrounded by woods.
ONCE AGAIN "GIRL" IS SLANG FOR WOMAN IN HER 20'S NOONE UNDER 20 IS PORTAYED.
Back-story end here! Action starts.

Kjersti looks out over the empty lake and the scans the empty beach. She was thirsty and wanted to go the vending machine near the girls bathroom and get a drink, but Another girl was supposed to arrive in five minutes and help guard the beach so Kjersti wanted to wait for her. The other girls name was Rebecca and she had pretty long brown hair and brown eyes, and a athletic body. Kjersti had met her the other morning and thought she was a sweet girl.
After awhile though Kjersti noticed Rebecca was late. Almost ten minutes and she was still very thirty. And so Kjersti decided to go get a soda very quickly while she waited. She got down from her guard tower and quickly jogged to the trail in the woods.
She got on the trail and slowed to a stroll walking along in the forest. The air was still a little cool but it was sunny and the light filtered down through the trees. She was almost halfway there when she saw something strange. A bright patch of red off to the side. She left the trail and walked closer. "That's strange." She thought. Now as she got deeper into the woods she could see something else. The white Cross of the life guards! She almost ran right up to it but she suddenly stopped , hiding behind a tree. Now she could see the swell of a young woman's breast under the fabric, and the white outline of long shapely female legs.
"OH NO!" Kjersti thought. Rebecca lay on the ground in front of her. The girl's eyes were closed and her tongue stuck out a little. At chest level the woman's bathing suite was stained red and there was a hole in the fabric between her breasts.
This was no accident. Someone had targeted the girl's heart very specifically. A single killing thrust. "why would anyone want to kill her?!" Kjersti thought. Just then the dead woman was dragged back a small way. Kjersti Looked around the tree and saw two hands grasping the girls narrow ankles. There was another long tug and the girl was dragged backward again. The killed woman swayed limply and her long brown hair trailed behind her body. Kjersti watched her dead friend be dragged into a small clearing. There was another dark figure there with a pole laying on the ground, long rope dangling from each end. Now he grabbed one of her ankles while the other killer held the other and they walked forward dragging the body close to the pole.
When they were close enough the first one bent over the dead woman and grabbed her uniform by the straps over the shoulders and gave it a tug. Rebecca's body swayed slightly and the bathing suite came down to above her breasts. He yanked again exposing her top. Then started giving light tugs to get it down to her waste. All the while Rebecca swayed and jerked with the motions. When he got it down to her waste he lifted her middle up a little to help and yanked the suite down to her knees. Then gently guided it down her ankles and off her body. He left it lying there. Then the two men rolled Rebecca to her side and bound her wrists to the pole. One of the bend grabbed her by her legs behind her knee's. He then tied her legs to the pole just in front of the knee caps at the front of the thighs. Both grabbed a different end of the pole and they hoisted the killed woman into the air and walked away. Kjersti Watched Rebecca's naked rump swinging from the pole between the men and her long brown hair being blown in the wind. She was going to wait for them to leave and run and get help. But suddenly she knew someone was behind her. ..
The head-hunter had watched the pretty blonde girl as she crept watching the first two. He had snuck up on her with ease. Now he wanted the glory of bringing back this leggy prize to camp . He had put the rope around her neck and even brushed her hair out of the way before she noticed him. When she looked down and saw the rope she had suddenly panicked. "WAIT! NO, DON'T! PLEASE!" She spoke those words but before she could even turn around the killer tugged the rope tight.
Kjersti Let out a "EEEK!" that was suddenly cut short. The killer pulled back quickly dragging the girl to a staggering position. Both her hands flung to the rope around her neck and she began trying to pull it off. The Killer noticed her breasts bounced and swayed alluringly in the melee. He took a few steps back bringing the struggling woman with him. She dug her feet into the soft dirt trying to get a hold and stop herself form being pulled away. The killer held both ends of the cord in one hand and wrapped his other arm around his victims stomach. He squeezed hard and could feel the warm wall of her belly underneath the swimsuits fabric. He lifted her off her feet for a few moments and walked her farther from the trail. There were other pretty women and he didn't want them getting alerted to their presence.
When he was far enough away he let her back onto the ground and gave a strong , overpowering pull with both hands on the rope. She fell backwards, getting enough room from the rope around her neck to let out another girly "EEEK!"
He started twisting the rope closed in the back, applying more pressure on his victim. "MMmmmhhh" she moaned as the rope closed. But she was athletic and strong and she pushed herself back onto her feet again.
The killer put one of his hands on the girl and pushed her to her knees and pulled back on the rope. Kjersti winced and grimaced. He had her now. Her breasts still bounced and swayed but slower now and her one hand fell away from the rope and rested on her chest above her left breast. Her other now swung lethargically at her side.
The killer looked down over Kjersti form. Her nipples had become erect and her chest muscles would heave, as they did they showed of her incredible bust. Looking down body her lower stomach muscles trembled slightly from time to time, her powerful athletic legs still kicked but now just moved back and forth not really helping in the struggle, but showing off great figure!
He pulled back again and yanked the woman to the ground. She lay on her back. Weakly trying to lift her arms but they would not come up. Her eyes started closing slowly but she would try and force them open again. Her tongue was also sticking out ever so slightly, limply hanging between her lips.
Her legs stopped kicking and very slowly her entire body went limp. Her eyes closed and did not open this time. The killer gave her three more hard tugs then removed the rope from her neck. He raised her body to a sitting position and now He held her by the shoulder and placed one hand on the back of her head and another underneath her chin. He gave a strong quick jerk and there was three low fast clicking noises.
He gently laid her back on the ground. It was over.
Now he grabbed her uniform by the straps over her shoulders and with one tugged pulled her suite down to her belly button. He leaned over and gave another tug, bringing it down to her ankles, he guided over her feet and threw it into the woods.
"perfect ten!" He thought. "Tonight we'll have soup I reckon" he said. "blonde woman noodle soup" He grabbed the dead female by her underarms and lifted her body over his one shoulder. He held her in place by grasping her by the back of her thighs and made his way back to the old town of crazy cannibals to present his catching

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I wrote this for a female friend in 2006.  She enjoyed it!! :)

Taimarra's Torture

I suddenly saw her walking to some coffee shop as I stood looking around on the corner
one night in a nameless town I traveled to that morning. I was easily hidden in the shadows. No
one saw me. No one knew me or what was on my mind. But she certainly will very soon. It was
really late too, almost 11pm. Who the fuck drinks coffee that late? Good, it will keep her more
aware as I torture her. If she happens to pass out, I got plenty of uppers in my bag of tricks.
I watched her as she ordered what looked like a 24oz cup. God damn this bitch is gonna
suffer. She began walking back to her car which was nicely concealed in an unlit parking garage
way on the other side of the street. I saw no other cars, no other people. Nothing. It was just this
worthless stupid whore and me.

From just her walk I could tell this was the case. She had almost a defiant look about her.
Like she would fight back. Most do I've found. Except once or twice those who submit to me
rather quickly. I usually keep those pieces of meat alive at my place and they do anything I want.
Eat my shit and piss, degrade themselves in front of me. It's quite fun. This cunt however may
not even submit at all. I actually considered for a moment taking her as a slave but my needs this
evening were insatiable and beyond my ability for rational control. It was decided. She's gonna
die tonight.

I doubled around the back of the garage, still out of sight, and entered through a side door.
I saw her leaning on her car. She appeared to be talking to someone on her Bluetooth.
She must be really stupid as I was now standing on the other side of her car just watching
her. I put on my steel knucks and jumped out in front her. She seemed quite surprised and I
punched her in the stomach full force at least five times. She instantly gasped, the air driven
from her lungs and fell to her knees. I told the guy on the phone that next time he wanted to talk
to her to call the county morgue. His voice seemed strangely familiar and I disconnected the call
then grabbed some speaker cable from my back pocket and wrapped it around my hands.

She was nearly flat on her stomach now, starting to lean forward from the original
kneeling position. But just before she did I got behind her and put the shielded wire around her
throat. I pulled it as tight as I fucking could, cutting off all air and most blood. I knew I could
easily kill her at this moment and nearly did. My face was pure rage, my eyes cold and heartless,
as always. I choked her without mercy for about 30 seconds, maybe more, only stopping as I
suddenly realized she was about to die and I smelled urine leaking from her cunt, maybe even
some shit from her ass.

My sadism had now completely overwhelmed any sense of reason an ordinary person
would have. But I am far from ordinary, very far. The feeling of complete, ultimate control, her
life, however worthless it was, in my hands, got me so fucking hard I almost nutted right then. I
let her go and this time she dropped on her side, flaccid and unconscious. I bent over her and
managed to bring up some piss even though it hurt, and sprayed it on her face.

I violently kicked her ribs until several were broken and I saw blood trickle from between
her blue lips. She eventually stirred as I impatiently paced back and forth.
"So, you are awake, fucking cunt!!!" She weakly coughed, and in pain from the broken
ribs and bleeding internally. She laid there like a worthless disgusting cow. Taking her hair in
my hands, I began to bash her face into the cement. I was very careful not to cause life
threatening damage but she got cut up real fast. "Do you want me to kill you whore???!!" I took
a serrated steak knife out of my bag and after yanking her head back, pressed it into her throat
right on the bruises from the wire. "Well????" I pressed it harder until I saw blood. Harder still
until her flesh began to part. "I'm not playing cunt!!!!" Just before I did it, she spoke..
"No." she finally said after her throat was nearly slit. I laughed. In anger, she cursed me.
"Fuck you!" she said. I laughed again, yanked her head back by the hair, and spit on her
face then carved into her forehead with the knife. Releasing her hair and again using the steak
knife, I stripped her, cutting away her clothes including bra and panties.

"You worthless fucking stupid whore!!" I took a pair of pliers also from my bag and
clamped it on her left ear lobe as I now straddled her back, pinning the bitch down with her arms
to her sides under me as well. She tried to struggle but to no avail. I slowly pulled the flesh of
her ear but she made little noise. I opened it and then clamped it again, this time grabbing hold
of the entire ear, including cartiledge, and violently yanked and twisted until it was ripped away
in a disgusting process. I definitely heard noises now, such as screaming, and it turned me on.
"That's what I thought whore!!!!!!" I yelled and jabbed out her eardrum with an ice pick. Her
screams of agony continued.

I bound her arms behind her with duct tape, wrapping it around her wrists and elbows so
much so that I'd have to use a blade to free her. But why? I'll leave her just like this and the
only thing I'll free her from is her pain when I decide to kill her.
I turned her onto her back as best I could and stood up to look at her. She was sexy, her
face all messed up, neck clearly abused, and her one ear gone. She moaned in unending pain but
still seemed to have a strong will. "Now, what is your name?"

"Fuck off!!"

"You stupid fucking worthless piece of shit!!!!. I'm gonna fucking hurt you so fucking
bad bitch!!!! I'm gonna fucking break every fucking bone in your body cunt!!!!! Do you hear
me??? Only one thing will save you from the most incredible agony you've ever felt. I'll ask
you one last fucking time and if you don't answer the right way I'm gonna gag you, rape you
until your ass and cunt are ripped, and torture you until you die!!!" Just so this bitch knew I
wasn't fucking around, I used the same pliers as her ear, and began to remove chunks of flesh
from one of her tits. At least a 8 or 9 pieces I ripped off in a cruel, slow way, and finished my
lesson by tearing off the nipple. I had to twist it around and around until it finally gave way and
dislodged. I threw all the pieces of skin and nipple at her, then punched her face about 30 times
knocking out lots of teeth and bruising her horribly. She winched and cried in pain the whole
time and even I saw tears now. I took a scalpel and skinned her entire tit since it was already
mutilated and then poured a quart of 91% rubbing alcohol on the exposed meat underneath. Oh
she really fucking screamed now, non stop in fact between pants of labored breath because I also
choked her manually and sat on her stomach.

Letting the alcohol seep in and as her cries got louder, I got off her and searched her
clothes. I found a pack of cancer sticks in her pants pocket. I threw them away but grabbed the
Zippo lighter I also found and showed it to her. My eyes went from the Zippo to her raw, bloody
breast and back again and I made sure she noticed. I flipped it and waved lit the flame in her
face. Then my eyes went to hers. "Last chance. After this you do nothing but suffer and die." I
waited a moment for her to think about it. "Okay, what is your name?" She looked away and
said nothing. "Fuck you whore!" I flipped completely now and burned her entire raw tit with the
flame, holding it for no less than 45 seconds on each section of meat unit it was smoking and
burnt to the third degree and parts even ignited as some of the alcohol remained.
She not only screamed now, but shrieked in total agony even as I stopped the torture 20
minutes later. Her eyes were closed and the tears she tried so hard to prevent seeped from
between her eyelids which battered as her suffering was paramount.. She thrashed now, shaking
violently and was just all out screaming. "You had your fucking chance worthless fucking
cunt!!! Your name is WHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled at her but doubt she heard me.

I took some quick pictures and a movie with sound of this scene, including macros of her
flaming breast with my HP R707 digital camera, then beat her on the head with a short wooden
club until she was knocked out cold then hit her a couple more times for fun.

When whore finally awoke she was in my motel room an hour or two later. Her arms
were bound with exposed, stranded wire to the opposing metal bed posts and so tight her hands
nearly became severed but I made sure enough blood was still reaching her fingers to keep the
nerves alive because I had ideas later for them later.. I secured her ankles in a similar fashion,
spread far apart, except I used lengths of razor wire which had been heating in the gas oven for
say 3 hours.

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Jason sat back in his seat quietly as his math teacher stood up in front of the class speaking. He just kept his eyes locked on her from a distance. Mrs Watson a very strict teacher that was the type to pop out a test at any time a not care if you failed. Jason had been imagining wrapping his hands around her neck since he began going to school here. Jason was a very quiet kid unaturally so. The boy or rather man by his looks never spoke a word in class which caused the other students to fin dhim quite odd. For the most part with how large he was standing at 6"5 and around 278 pounds of beefy/muscular frame most stayed away from him though they would insult him from afar. They didn't think that he heard them but he did. The teachers where no better than them either. Jason wasn't the smartest kid around and most of them picked at him with how slow he was working. All of that was about to change soon.....

"Jason...Jaosn! pay attention" Ms Watson exclaimed slapping his desk "I don't know about you sometimes" she said shaking her head and walking back to the board.

Jason had already begun planning things out and was ready for what was about to come. As the bell rang he got up and walked out of the classroom simply smiling as he listened even closer than usual to the other students in the halls whisper about him. He then walked into his next classroom ahead of all the the other students.

"Jason hey sweetey" Ms Belle said in her soft kind voice. Ms Belle was the exact oppisate of Ms Watson. She was the only teacher that Jason had who actually seemed to care about students. When she would notice other students whispering or talking about him she would make sure to make them stop. She would also try any way she could to help Jason allowing him as much time as he needed. She had even offered him many times kindly to eat lunch with her so he wouldn't be alone. She was a bit younger than most of the other teachers as well.

Jason simply walked into the classrrom his expression remaining the same and sat down in his seat.

 

The next day was finally time for everything to come into place. Jason stood inside of his house with a smile on his face that morning. He had been waiting and wanting this for so long and it was time. He listened as his mother Sally called out for him to come to breakfast. Jason was an only child and his father wasn't around only his mother. He walked down the stairs toward the kitchen.

"good morning honey" his mother said with a smile washing a dish in the sink before turning around and scooping up some eggs that she had just cooked placing them on a plate for him "sleep good?" she asked.

Jason just walked to the table and nodded "yes" he said sitting down at the chair picking at the eggs. Jason watched as his mother smiled and then waited watching as she turned around back toward the sink to the dishes. He looked her up and down from her brown hair from her pink and white pajamas she was still in to her bare feet. Jason could feel the feeling washing over him as things were finally about to get started.

Sally tilted her head to the side a bit as she continued washing a dish hearing something behin her. She laughed lightly "aren't you going to finish your food before you leave honey?" she asked not turning around. She scrunched her eyes a bit as Jason didn't answer "honey?" she asked against "hone....guhhhh!".

Jason slowly moved up and behind his mother and then grabbed around her throat roughly. 

"Jason!...kuhhh" she choked grabbing at her throat a plate crashing to the ground "wha...what are you doing.." she gagged.

Jason squeezed his mothers throat tightly moving his eyes over toward the filled up sink water running in it. He pushed her forward roughly dipping her face down into the water and holding it under.

"guuug...mmmm.gggguuuug" Sallys eyes widened under the water as she choked struggling for air. 

Jason watched as his moms arms flailed around trying to push him off her bare feet kicking around.

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