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'No, she lives with her father and we're separated. He lives in another province. (In Canada, I guess their provinces are like our states, so they should call them states, as far as I was concerned, but what did it really matter? The cunt was where she was and I figured her bitch mother was lying.)

'I don't believe you. I think you're lying. You're lying to me, aren't you? That's true, isn't it?'

'What? What?' She acted confused.

'That's true that you're lying to me.'

'No. No. I'm not. She's with her father.'

'That's unusual, isn't it? I mean usually it's the mother who has custody. Are you saying he has custody? And why did you separate?'

I wanted to work her further into her deception, to trip her up.

She paused, 'Yes. I. He has, he's her legal guardian now.'

'How come? You a bad mother? Was that it? Why did you separate?' I repeated more insistent.

'No. Not. Never, I'm not one, I never have been one.'

'Well what then. Your career come first, a kid just getting in the way now?'

'No, it just was best she be with him,

'I was only nineteen when I had her and we weren't married.'

'Oh, a bastard then? A bastard child.' I interjected.

'Stop it. No. No she's not.'

'But you weren't married so.'

'No, yes, and we never should have made it legal. I was just too young and he, so was he.'

'So why is the little bastard with him now?'

'I told you she's not. Don't call her that. He's matured now and we're still friends and he makes a lot more than me.'

'So the little bastard's better off with the former big bastard, is that it then?'

'I keep telling you she's not and he wasn't. She's the sweetest child.'

(I'd bet she was and had every intention, now, of finding out for myself and I'd made up my mind to play a little side game with her, to bait her into even worse results. I wanted to see if I could get her to call me a 'bastard' and if she did, she'd be the one who had to bite the kid's clit through.)

'The sweetest child? How do they say in the old-fashioned way, born out of wedlock? So she's a fucking little bitch bastard cunt. Do you think he diddles her cunt? Do you think your ex sticks it in her?'

'Oh God. Oh God stop it. You're the only bastard here. You're a fucking bastard.'



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Bingo. Fucking bit clit bingo and it didn't even take much goading.

'Gotcha.' I replied triumphant.

'Gotcha? What? Why?' She didn't have a clue, so was really confused.

'Oh, you'll see. You'll see and you'll taste.'

'Stop it. You're not making any sense. You're nuts.'

'You know Taylor, I thought I liked you, but I don't like you at all. You're a stuck up snot bitch, at least you were before I messed with you. Do you think you'll still be one with you sex stuff all buggered up?'

'God, oh God, you're horrible. You're disgusting and you're wrong, wrong about me. I never was stuck up. I've always been friendly and helpful so you couldn't be more wrong about me. I even trained for a nurse, once, but couldn't finish. I wanted to help people more. You're just terribly wrong, judging, no misjudging me like that.'

'That was a nice little speech. Do you really think I give a fuck about anything to do with you other than how you fuck and how you bleed? You think I do? And now the little bastard bitch cunt, how do you think she'll fuck?'

She could tell I was talking like I'd already made up my mind, which of course, I had. She needed to trick me or at least make a diversion.

'Bill, Bill please. You said that was your name. It is Bill, isn't it?' She was so sincere and entreating.

'Sure, sure, it's Bill to you. What is it Taylor? Let's hear it. Them. Let's hear them, your concerns.' I pretended to be willing to listen to her reasons and reasoning.

'Oh please, please just listen, who ever you are. I'll do anything, do any conceivable thing you ask of me, anything you want, just leave my daughter out of it.

'Anything? And everything?'

'Yes everything too.'

'That could be dangerous, dangerous to your health. You sure?'

'Yes. Yes. Just promise to leave her alone. Don't involve her in any of this.'

Fuck, this was just too rich and I had to toy with her even better, let her think her kid could escape my vile tortures.

'You're sure? Really sure?'

'Yes. Yes. Yes.'

'There is one thing that comes to mind but first we have to get one thing settled.'

'No. What's that?'

'Where the little cunt lives. You said she's with her father. In another province? Like far away?'



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'Yes.'

'Not at this address, your driver's license address?'

'Yes, I said that already.'

'Well, I'll tell you what Taylor Anne Scott, I still think you're lying. You don't sound very convincing to me. You don't even look convincing even though you're trying to sound so reasonable and sincere. Are you a sincere liar? Uh? An accomplished liar?'

She blushed like from guilt and was trying too hard not to gulp.

'I'm going to give you the chance to change your story and tell me the truth, but only one chance. Fair enough?'

'Please, no. It's true. It's all true.'

'She lives here, doesn't she?' I pushed her license into her face.

'I already told you.'

'A lie.' I finished her sentence for her.

'No. No. It's not.'

'OK, it's time to cut the bullshit. Here's the deal. If I go looking for her and I find her where you say she isn't, I'm going to bring her back here and I'm not only going to rape her, I'll do the same things to her I've just done to you. You want that?'

'No. Oh no. No. Please just stop it.'

'Now this is your last fucking chance to come clean. Oh, I'll still grab her and bring her here and fuck the living day lights out of her, right in front of you, I'll even fuck her in the ass, but I won't mutilate her, so the choice is yours. But if I go there and I find here there, she'll wish she'd never come out of your cunt and you'll wish she never had and all because you're a fucking liar. You are, aren't you, a bold-faced cunt liar?'

She couldn't absorb that she had to give me information that would allow me to grab her kid and fuck her, but she could comprehend that I would horribly torture her baby if she kept up the lie.

'So Taylor, come clean.'

She struggle fiercely with her dilemma, like Meryl Streep in 'Sophie's Choice' (1982) only now it was 'Taylor's Choice' and finally she whispered, 'She lives with me. Oh please, don't do anything to her. Don't go looking for her. Yes, she lives with me.'

'And your husband, he lives there too.'

'Yes, we've never been apart.'

'Fucking, stupid, stupid cunt. The very last thing you want to do is lie to me.'



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'I. I.'

'Fucking, fucking cunt, I ought to kill you right now. Fucking bitch cunt hole.' I loved calling her dirty, degrading, flattering names and only pretended to be really pissed when I couldn't have been more elated. As a bonus, I was going to get me some daughter cunt.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was just trying to protect my child. Any mother would.'

'I suppose, but you're not any mother anymore. You're my fucking sex slave and you need to be taught a lesson, to be taught obedience, like a really harsh lesson about accepting your plight and telling the truth, in fact, I think you need a whole class of lessons and the kid needs to watch and have them too.'

'Oh God. Oh God, She hasn't done anything to you. You don't even know her. I said I'll do anything. I will. I said. Just leave her out of it. You said, before, there was one thing. One thing. What is it? I'll do it. Just tell me.' She was almost hysterical with her begging.

'Oh yeah, that, I almost forgot.' I lied.

I was so fucking excited, now, I could have shot my spunk five feet into the air and hit her in the eye. I was giddy inside and really ready to play dirty. I was away and back fast with my black, hand-held stun gun. I made the test electrodes crackle and arc several times and her eyes grew huge and round in terror like saucers.

'Oh God, don't. Please don't. I. I.'

I came nearer to her trembling body and made it speak just inches from her distorted face.

'Stop it. Stop it. No don't.'

I took hold of her hand and pushed the gun into it, for her to hold onto it.'

'What? What the? What are you doing?'

'You see how it works. You just press on the trigger.'

(I didn't show her the adjustment for from weak to almost lethal.)

'No. No. Why?'

'You said you'd do anything to keep me from buggering your kid.'

'Yes. But.'

'So do it. Do it.'

'Do what?'

'Zap yourself.'

Well now she was freaked.

'I can't. No. I can't. Nobody can.'



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