Page . Scream all you want, the louder the better. But dont you fucking pass out again or Ill fry your clit. I swear Ill turn into a burn crisp pea and then Ill crush that with pliers. She had no idea how she could further endure this. I re-applied the torch to the other good edges of her areola and she screamed from her fucking soul but managed not to pass out. Now came the real pain. I went right to the center of her wound and made the contact.

He cunt was screaming to her legs, no, no. But her brain was telling her heart, yes. If you want to keep on beating, If you want to keep on ticking, Then keep on moving forward. As long as you still had your heart, what did it matter what he I did to the vagina? But Id agreed to kill her. To circumvent grabbing her kid. She still couldnt believe Id really murder her.

Page . I was ready to rape her again mainly because her intense cries of pain were exciting my cock so much. Her nipple was swelling up even more, becoming like a tiny, smooth balloon, instead of textured, and the bigger it got the more it primed my pump. I knew I had to go for it. I had to do the squish, like flat as a fluke, see her burst and splatter. Popped like a zit. Pliers would be too fast so better to use the nipple crushers Id designed and made myself.

To miscarry. Page . I worked the ratchet handle furiously, tighter and tighter the cable, until it let her rip and she pooped a shit load of baby crap out her cunt along with a big spill of amniotic sac rupture fluid. I guess the thing didnt want to be cut in half, like guillotined, so it scrambled on out. I swear the mess, its little head stared right at me and squealed at me in a high pitched shriek, like the travesty, the unmitigated

Page . But. But.. She stammered. Yeah, your fucking butt. I pulled the banana out and handed it to her. She didnt want to take it so I skewered her even deeper with my cock. Her cervix could tear, she thought, so she took hold of the snack. Now eat it. Of all things, she threw it away. I was not one for wasting food, especially not garnished food.

Page . Sometimes, a spectacular approach to torturing a woman just presents itself. All of a sudden the possibilities are there and its all too enticing and fascinating to pass up. So it was with the wasps. Some call them hornets or yellow jackets. All I knew was, get them mad and they would sting like Hell. It didnt take long with the Internet to determine their behavior.

Page . I retrieved a hat pin, about three inches long with a pearl head and placed the point right to the center of the sting. I picked at the stinger a bit and then shoved the pin in about two inches into her tit as close to on top of the stinger as I could. For Gods sake, what do you think youre doing? For Gods sake stop it. You didnt have to do that to get it out. I suppose she was right but I just liked the look and the feel of it.

Page . He wouldnt stop and I couldnt stop him. Just like you cant stop me. Oh please. No, not.. But he did do you? He did you? He stuck his cock in you? Yes, he raped me, but he wasnt really mean. But I decided at that moment, I was going to be successful, in spite of him and I never spoke to him again. You didnt go to the cops? He said no one would believe me because he was so established and I seemed to idolize him so much, so people would say I just did it to further myself.

Page . The girl looked shocked and disgusted and fearful and I stared right through her. Right through her clothes. Which wouldnt be on her that much longer. I continued, You dont have to say right now. Give it some thought and Ill be back to get an answer from you later. Think about it lots. In fact, dont think about anything else. The girl still looked fearful but a little relieved as I brushed by her breastlet and unhanded her and stepped away to get back

Just stop please and let me think about it. OK, thats fine. Ill just sit over here and watch you thinking. As if her brain lived in her tits. She had no idea the evil surprise she was facing. I could see her talking to herself, reasoning it through, like rational thought should apply, trying to justify how and whom she would chose. Her face was a picture of pain and dilemma and finally she said, Ive worked it out. I think I have, so Ill do what you say then. Thats great. Thats a smart girl, like pragmatic but a bit like a heroine too. OK then. God give me strength.