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I was back into Taylor's room and she freaked. She exploded outside of herself. It was fascinating to behold and it was as if she hadn't really believed I'd do her vagina until she saw the torch.

I lit it and put it on a table beside her head. The flame was like a roar in her brain and in her fear center. Her cunt was convulsing at the mere thought and her sweet inner thighs jiggled and trembled.

I approached her crotch.

She tried the hardest she ever had to break free and thrashed up and side to side. Even though I'd secured her extra wide, she still could jerk even though she was almost dislocating her hip joints and her arms were almost out of their sockets.

'Hold still or I'll cunt punch you and I'll keep on punching you until you do. So hold fucking still. This is really going to hurt. More than you can fucking imagine. Oh, you'll pass out. I'm sure of it, but wait until you come to. Fuck, oh fuck, have mercy on you, just wait until then'

She wouldn't or couldn't listen anymore and kept on with the thrashing.

My fist connected with her like a hammer.

I had to wait twenty minutes for her to come to.

The torch tip was almost red hot by now.

I wanted it white hot.

She moaned into consciousness and I said, 'Do I have to keep smashing you? Maybe rupture you beyond repair? Break some of your crotch bones?'

She moaned repeatedly, ' Oh God. No.'

'Or will you hold still?'

She was more catatonic than comprehending, so held still like in a stupor.

I got my face into her labia and pushed her around.

My tongue probed her but her clit wouldn't engorge. I don't know how she managed to control such an involuntary response. I suppose it was a clit life or death struggle. After a few minutes of failing to arrouse her, I got up and went to the kitchen. I returned with a tray of ice cubes, I started pushing them into her cunt. I got five in and as they melted, the one against her nub started to harden her. Her clit got bigger and bigger and finally was fully erect and so too now was my pecker. I could give one very last cunt fuck while it was still whole, while it still had its integrity and I proceeded to spend the next ten minutes in ecstasy dong just that, both of us knowing what was to come when I'd come.

She was spunked again.



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Her clit was hard between my front teeth and I began to bite down and slice. I didn't get her right at the base but a little way along her. I wanted to leave a bit. It was like biting into a grape or a raspberry. I worked my teeth into her and she was spurting blood all over the place including into my face and eyes. I stayed with it and sawed right through with my incisors. I had her nub piece in my mouth now, separated. I laid it carefully onto the bed. She'd shrieked like a banshee and was fully passed out. Her spurting blood had created a problem. I could count her heartbeats with the way the blood shot out of her wound in little jets but her blood in my eyes blurred my vision enough I couldn't see to cauterize her. I had to run to the bathroom to wash my face and by the time I got back the bed was soaked in blood and I figure she'd lost about a pint or two. I had to work fast. I got the torch and sizzled the tip all around what was left of her clitoris and it burned and crackled and steamed and smoked and the blood flow slowed and then stopped. It took about five minutes and was the best experience I'd ever done in my entire life. I got a wet cloth and washed her clean to view my handy-work. What a totally spectacular sight. Like a regular cunt with an extra deep red spot and not all that swollen. Since the torch was still going and was white hot by now, I could see the crease, the line where her minora labia met her majora. I drew the glowing tip right along the creases on both sides and then did the same where her outer labia met her crotch. Her pubic hairs sizzled and shriveled.

I cauterized both her nipple wounds and drew a hot-cross X across the lilly white flesh of both her breasts. The skin just puckered and shriveled up as I branded her.

I was pretty well done for then.

I'd have to let her heal for a bit before we moved on to her making the selection. Which one of her friends would get the nipple snip?

I needed a rest and a real snack but she needed a rest worse.

Besides, now she'd have to betray one of her friends and face to face, would she still chose Chris?

And besides, right then how could she even have walked?

And I wanted her to face them like a real person, not just a tortured victim. I wanted her to display her courage and humanity along with her wounds, before she did the unthinkable and made her choice.

I wanted.

I wanted.

How could she ever give what I wanted?

I wanted her tits in a hot pot cooking along with her labia and cervix.

How could she give up what I wanted?

That's how I wanted them all.



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Choices.

Part Two.

Taylor's Big Goof.



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