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'If that's what you want, get it over with. You'll do it anyway, at some point, so stop pretending what I say matters to you and just take your shot.'
Now this was fucking surreal. Here's a princess bitch asking to be cunt punched. I surely had to oblige her.
'OK. I think I can manage that. What about I use the brass knuckles too?'
'What? Why? What are they?'
'You know, the knuckle dusters, and some call them knuckle busters, how does knuckle cunt busters sound to you?'
'You can't hurt me enough just with your hand, you have to use some device I've never heard of before.'
'Not my hand Jenny, my fist, so get that straight. Yeah, and I suppose you're right. It's a bit of over kill, or that would be over smash.'
She looked scareder than she had at any time up until then, as I knelt down before her bush.
She was sore afraid and about to become sorer, she expected.
I placed my knuckles to her labia and gave a few pretend warm ups but didn't strike her at all.
'I have to give it my blessing first.'
I pushed my face right in and kissed her on the lips.
Her clit hardened like a little pea right at the top of her cunt mouth.
I drew my fist way back for a wack.
'Fuck, it still smells. Where's the face cloth?'
She'd just about fainted. She'd been holding her breath and her heart-beats, in sheer terror and then I still hadn't done the punch. She didn't know how much more of it she could endure. Why should she have to take such abuse?
'Oh, here's the cloth. I have to soak it again.'
I did, in the cold water, and handed it to her.
'Now wash it. Way up inside like I said half an hour ago and do a good job of it.'
She was out of track and at the end of the road bed. She had to scrub her cunt inside, right before my devouring eyes. She worked the rough terry cloth inbetween her precise, narrow cunt labia and pushed a little, but inside. Her urethra opening was just above her vaginal hole so it wasn't really physiologically necessary that she penetrate herself. But she knew that's what I wanted, so got on with doing it. She wanted to stop after about five rubs but I'd have none of it.
'No. No, keep on going. Come on, keep at it. I want you to jerk off while you're cleaning it.'
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The moment I mentioned self-pleasuring herself, she dropped the cloth. Why don't feminists just call it jerking-off, the same derisive way they talk about guys doing it?
'Not into masturbation? Or just not in front of strangers?' I teased her mercilessly.
I knelt down in front of her again and gave her two lips a kiss-smacker right in her pussy.
'Now that's better. Fuck, you smell great.'
Everything was tense in her groin.
'Fuck, what's this? What's this hard mass? Like a fucking brain sponge?'
(As if I didn't know what an engorged clit felt like. A fully aroused one.)
'I...The cloth, the fabric in the cloth was rough, so it stimulated me.'
'It gave you an erection.'
'It..Yes, it stimulated me.'
'Gave you a female hard-on, like mine.'
'Why do you have to turn everything beautiful and sacred to a woman, into something dirty and vile? Into something sniggering and childish? Why do you have to denigrate me at every turn? It makes you feel powerful and proud, does it?'
'You think it's beautiful?'
'It's what God gave us, how He made us, how He made me, so yes, it has to be beautiful, since it came from His loving hand.'
'What about my loving hand, can I have a feel, a look see to see if I agree?'
She could not agree easily to that.
'Come on, Jenny, before it gets soft. Before it loses its erection. Let me give it a gentle poke. Maybe even with this.' I bounced my boner up and down like a large dog wagging its tail right in front of her female excitement.
'Oh, you're going to anyway, so get it over with then.'
It was time to get cunt serious.
Every muscle in her upper legs, and her hips and her groin were frozen tensed, as I slid my thumb to the upper part of her banana slit split.
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She was well expanded and a tiny bit was pushing out at the very top of her majora.
'That wasn't there before. You always show like that when you're aroused?'
'I'm not aroused. I'm scared and you're taunting me so it's making me more scared. You have no respect for my privacy or my sensibilities, so that scares me even more. I'm not sure you have any respect for life in general.'
'Well that's not fair. I take your life very seriously. I'm glad you're alive. If you weren't, I couldn't be playing with you like this, now could I?' I sort of argued with her as I peered into her swollen clit and slightly parted her protecting lips. I was finally looking at a small pillow with a bright red-silver pearl in the center. I swear she'd taken a cultured pearl and glued it to herself and it looked almost as hard as one. Talk about a new kind of bling, she had the ultimate.
'Hold still. This might hurt.' I advised her.
'Oh God, please show some respect.'
'And it might not, if you shut the fuck up.' I advised her further.
I pinched her.
Hard.
Full on her culture.
Not hard enough to split her or make her explode, but good enough to make her yelp and pull hard back.
'No fair. No deal. You said I could, so hold the fuck still.'
'You're being mean and cruel. You're being malevolent, so what do you expect?'
'Malevolent. Now there's a word I love. But I always thought it should be maleviolent, since it's usually males who are being violent, and sexually violent to women. Makes perfect sense to me. What about you?'
'I don't care.You're crude and twisted. So what do you expect of me?'
'You to do what you said you would. You know, now would be a good time to slug you when you're all full of blood like that? Do you think?'
'Of course not. How can you be so unrelentingly insensitive?'
'Well this is sensitive, isn't it?
I was giddy with the control as I got my finger nails well into her.
'God stop torturing me.'
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'Torturing you? You think this is torture? I'll show you torture.'
'Oh, God no, no don't.'
'Now this is torture.' And it was.
I got my thumb and forefinger lodged viciously tight onto the base of her clit and fucking really pulled out on it. I shot my face to her lips and got my teeth onto her stretched nub. Teeth and a clit are a perfect match. They're made for each other, so to say. A match made in sex heaven.
She truly fucking screamed, the first time from real depth.
'Don't. Don't. God stop. You're going to bite into me. You'll make me bleed.'
I squeezed her ass cheeks and shoved my face even further into her labias to get a more better bite.
'Uhh. Uhh. Bitch. Fucking, fuck bitch.'
I was near to splitting it.
I wanted to split it but then couldn't put it back together.
'Fuck.. Jesus.. You fuck cunt.. Jesus.. Uhmm. Uhm. Fuck that tastes good.'
She just moaned, 'Don't.'
'I should fucking eat it.'
I stopped completely and pulled my lubricated face away and was right up to give her a face lips kiss. She smelled her cunt juice (CJ) on my face, she felt the slime too, and was disgusted and turned off by her own fluid's feel and odor.
I took hard hold of both her tits and pulled her some away from the toilet. She'd never gotten away from the toilet seat it provided.
My prick was smacking her belly and she assumed I was going to feed my knob into her as my hand dropped down to fumble.
'Uhh. Uhh. No. No, I want you on the bed. I fucking want you spread on the bed. Like a bed spread.' I thought I was being funny again.
Her cunt was so hard now, I could have taken a hammer to it and broken the hammer, which didn't seem at all like a bad idea.
'I gotta slug you. But not how we talked about.'
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'No. No, don't. What?'
'I have to. I just fucking have to.'
'Rape me now. Stop it. Just rape - now, please.'
Imagine that. Imagine a woman asking to be raped, even saying please, because she was begging for something else not to be done to her.
Now if that wasn't the height of sexual power and control, I don't know what was. Now there was a perfect dichotomy and the point being, I reveled in it. I reveled in the split.
My prick was so ready to answer her call, was so willing to jump into her, I had to smack his head away. I was starting to get faint from orgasmic overload. I must have had a gallon of spunk in my sack and I could have put out a fire with it, at least a small one, like a forest fire. I sure as Hell could have put out the fire in her crotch. I got up and away fast, and came back with a rubber mallet, which I guessed was as good as a steel claw hammer for smacking a cunt.
'What, for the love of God? What do you think you're going to do with that? You're not going to hit me with that. Are you?'
'Right in the erection, Jenny sweets. Right in your fucking swollen clitoris to see if we can make it really swell and up. Maybe even explode all over your belly.'
Now she was finally ready to show some fight.
'No you're not.'
'Yes I am.'
'No you're not.'
'Oh, yes the fuck I am.'
'I won't let you. I swear I won't let you.'
'Fine.' I acquiesced to easily. 'I don't want to fuck you all smashed up anyway, at least not the first time.'
Now she was starting to fathom how hopeless this could all be, and being killed, her being murdered, was slowly creeping into her fears and becoming more a part of her envisions.
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But it was about to get a whole lot worse.
I un-cuffed one of her wrists and walked her out into the hall and re-cuffed her to a stair railing spindle.
'If you manage to break loose, you'd better run far away because I'll shoot you fucking dead, if you do and you don't. So just wait there like a good, dutiful little sex slave, the smelly cunt that you are. Bet you never thought you'd be one of those. A smelly cunt sex slave, uh, did you?'
She just looked at me like I was an impotent prick which didn't make a lot of sense since my boner was well defined before her. Spiritually and emotionally impotent, that's what she must have meant.
That I was hollow.
But I was full of ideas.
She contemplated trying to break free but sensed things weren't completely as they looked and even if she got loose of the railing, she'd never get free of the house. It was a fortress. No body could break in, or out and 'out' being her operative concern.
I got back in five minutes with her purse.
She thought, but more hoped, I'd forgotten about it.
With her half laying and half sitting on the hallway landing, naked as my prick, I dumped her purse contents all over the floor beside her. It didn't take long to find her pictures in her family photo folder. And it took even less time to find her fourteen year old cunt daughter's snaps. No wonder she freaked when I told her about the other woman's daughter being bugger banged and deflowered right in front of her bleeding and pleading super bitch of a mother.
'Well fuck almighty, now doesn't she look sweet? Sweet and fuckable, just like you?'
'Oh, please. Oh, please do it to me. But leave her alone. She's just a baby. She's my baby. I had her and she's my special baby.'
(And I had her too, but quite sometime later, and she sure as fuck was special and mom, Jenny mom, that's when she went insane watching. I almost got the girl, the kid to pull the trigger of a rifle stuffed into her mom's cunt before I shot her cervix out her belly, but she wasn't up for it so I had to do it myself. When you want something done right, so often you have to do it yourself. And I kept the kid around for a few weeks after, before I dispatched her the same way as Jenny, to join her in dead cunt's heaven and mom's skeleton in the earth.)
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'So this is what you've been hiding. What you didn't want to share with me. You wanted to keep her all to yourself and not share her with me. That's not very charitable or generous. She looks just like you. Says here on the back, Becky at fourteen. I assume that's not the time, but her age which I suppose is somewhat time related. And the date, it's recent, so that's how old she is now?'
She would not let me suck the kid into the equation. She was adamant in her mind, Becky would never come face to face with my cock. It showed what she knew.
'She lives at this address, the same one as on your driver's license?'
She absolutely refused to reply or respond.
This was a no brainer.
A non starter.
A non-sequitur, for her.
It was a turning point in her downward spiral which aimed her right for the shoals and the rocks. She was about to be skewered on the spit of my lust.
And I knew I had a really fine, extra firm hold, building over and her willingness to co-operate. I could demand more and more outrageous compliances of her, and still she'd try to succeed at fulfilling my every cock whim. What a perfectly diabolical and ultra-sweet relationship I'd be building with her and her cunt.
'Does she live here? Yeah, I bet she does. I'm sure she does and has her own special room with lots of tiny panties in her drawers. She have any training bras yet? She must have them by now.'
'I'll kill you. If you keep talking about her like that, I'll kill you, I swear I will.'
Now it was time to freak her out. To totally unnerve her.
'So who's taking care of her?'
'Uh? What? What do you mean?'
'Who's taking care of her while your husband's away?'
Talk about a dead, fucking long, pregnant, loaded silence.
'You fucking lie to me and I swear, I fucking swear, she'll pay.'
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Now what was she to do. She felt I was smarter and too well informed, for her to snow me. She couldn't think fast enough to make up a good lie, a convincing story so she finally revealed they had a live-in nanny.
'Fuck, because you're rich then, you farm the kid's upbringing out, to someone else. Fucking fine mother you are. Maybe you don't deserve to have a daughter like that and maybe I do. Maybe you should farm the kid's cunt out to me.'
The kid's pictures were excellent, especially one. One of them clowning around at the beach and the girl in her little one piece, soaked suit and mom in her bikini. They were a sight together and I could easily visualize them tied face up, spread eagled, naked on my bed together. Mother and daughter pussies. Fuck and a little fuck. And the real kicker was to tie the kid on top of her mom, in reversed position, with her legs spread wide and her bum resting on Mom's tits, so she was looking right into her daughter's cunt from a foot away and do her that way. See what Jenny thought of that. Watching my boner pounding into her virgin pussy not six inches above her horrified face. I could even put a pillow under the back of her head to make her watch better, get a better view of the situation and the violation, so to say.
The kid was her all over again, only smaller. Just as beautiful and the exact same build only littler. The same body ratios, long, long legs and high waisted and thin bones.
'Listen to me, please listen.'
Jenny was about to pray to me.
'I'll try harder. I'll do better. I promise. I do, I promise, but you have to promise too. You have to, dear God, Jim you have to say you'll stop thinking about her and leave her out of it. Completely out of it and I promise you won't be sorry.'
'You haven't done bad up until now. In fact, I think you've done great. It's been a blast.' I teased her.
'You wanted to have sex with me on a bed. So where is it? Let's go to it and get started.'
'You have to understand something, Jenny. I don't want to have sex with you, I want to rape you, so that you know, for sure, you've been raped, for the rest of your life, you'll never forget it. I suppose that would be earth shattering or vagina shattering.
(I failed to specify, for her short miserable life to come.)
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'But I said you could. I'll let you. What more can I do?'
'And don't you see, that's the problem? You should never of said I can, that you'll let me, because then how will I ever know it's real rape to you, unless it hurts so much you fucking pass out?'
'No. No, but I didn't mean..'
'You shouldn't have said you'll let me have sex with you because now I have something added to prove. I have to prove that you're not letting me, and that means lots and deeper hurting you.'
She sort of followed my logic, but knew I was shitting her. When I just fingered her clit with my pinky, it was rape. Even if she said I could, it was still rape, so what was my point? Which she was about to find out.
'But you know, if I had her, your kid too, tied up naked, doing her right beside you, or on top of you, what do you think then? You think there'd be any doubt it was rape, when I had her cherry to bust?'
Jennifer was crestfallen and Jenny was beaten. Her spirit was being murdered and her soul trampled. Her ability to reason was being negated. She was the smart and savvy mom, she was the brains and the beauty of their family unit, which I was threatening to tear apart, and she had no idea how to get me off her kid's case.
She gave me the saddest, pleading, lonely look and burst down and cried. I sort of felt sorry for her, the way her shoulders convulsed and her tits convulsed right along with them. Her jugs jiggled like mad and they were making me mad insane.
'OK. OK, it's not all that bad. I don't have her. I don't have her yet, and maybe I won't.' (God could I fucking lie, when I wanted to.) I'll give you a chance, even a couple of chances to keep her out of it then, if that's what you're so worried about. We'll see if we can modify the equation then.'
I patted her with condescension, on her sweet head. I wanted to piss in her mouth but would leave that for later.
'I'll do anything. I will. I promise. I promised already. Tell me what I have to do. Do you want me to suck your penis?'
'Well, maybe not my penis, but my cock would do.'
She as much as opened her face for me to place it in.
'No. Not now, later. Now I want to fight with you.'
'Uh? What? What about? What do you mean?'
'I want to have a fight with you, a physical donnybrook where you're really trying your best to fight back. There can't be any doubt, in my mind, that you're really into it and not holding back, even a little bit.'
She had no idea how much I enjoyed punching a beautiful woman or how good I was at it.
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'But I don't understand. Of course I'd fight back if you were attacking me and I could, I'd fight back, so I don't understand.'
'OK, that makes sense to me. We'll see how much you mean it then. Come along with me, upstairs, to another room and we'll see what we can arrange.'
Now she was truly full of fear and multiple trepidations. She didn't trust me at all. I was going to fight her? I was going to beat her? And she had to come along to facilitate it, like a lamb walking to the slaughter, but knowing it in advance. Her legs were like rubber but she had no choice but to go along with it and with me as she trudged up the stairs leading to the attic prison I'd created, (for them all) which would be the last fucking room she'd ever see. Each step closer to the top, she was that much closer to going off the cliff, and her cunt kid too, but for now it was just her and I, and my absolute control over her actions and fate.
Half way up the stairs I told her, 'Hold it. Hold still.'
She obeyed immediately, without complaint.
Her hands were cuffed in front of her again.
I was behind her behind leering up.
I touched my hands to her ass cheeks and slid my finger down the inside of her thigh and slid it upward until my thumb plugged right into her cunt hole. I pushed hard, her clit forward so it mashed against her pubic bone, which I liked to call her cunt bone, but either way, she shrieked and wriggled out loud.
'Now walk on up.'
She didn't even whisper one little protest.
That was fucking fabulous. She was pulling me, along, up the stairs with my thumb jammed in her vagina and her legs rubbing against my half fist. Now that was rich and unusual.
She was to the top step now, onto the landing leading to the door into her prison, humiliated but acquiescent.
Fuck, I wanted to see her tumble.
I pushed forward with my thumb into her cunt and pulled way back hard on her hair with my other fist, and she teetered and lost her balance. I twisted her to the side and let my thumb pop out of her and held her suspended there, by her hair, for a moment. And then I just let her fall. She rolled and somersaulted all the way back down to the bottom to the other landing. The stairs were carpeted so it wasn't as bad as it could have been, like had they been cement or steel, or even bare hard wood.
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You never heard so much protesting and surprise and distress as she rolled down on her way. She was twisted up in a heap, finally at the bottom, with her long legs bent out at odd angles and her shoulder jammed hard against the corner wall. She looked wonderful, and almost broken. She looked like one of those disjointed women Picasso painted.
I followed her down, excitedly and grabbed on to her hair and twisted her stunned and stunning face around to face my leering face. I was so satisfied, how she'd rolled, I almost giggled at her pain.
She'd looked ridiculous and beautifully pathetic.
'What? My God. You hurt me. You tried to kill me. Why? Why? Oh, please tell me why?'
'OK, sweets, boy did you roll good, here's the deal. I want to fight with you. I already told you that. I want to try to get you back up to the top of the stairs and I want you to stop me. If I get you to the top, I throw you back down again and you lose and so does your fucking kid. She loses too, and maybe her cherry in my breakfast cereal. (I really wanted to motivate her to play along.) If you can keep me from getting you up there again, you win and the kid's off the hook. The kid'll be OK, although my cock'll be disappointed. But that's life in the big city, isn't it?'
She seemed to understand a little, but was paying more attention that her daughter would be safe and then got to herself, her own welfare or lack of it.
'But me? What about me, then? Are you going to let me go then too?'
How could she be so stupidly hopeful?
'Me. Me. Me, is that all you can think of?' I taunted her.
'Yes, but no. I meant..'
'What about your daughter, now?'
'Yes. I'm glad. OK, I see. I'm glad that she's safe now. Give me your word that she's safe, if I do what I have to.'
'We'll see. Right now the deal's the deal, so let's get started.'
'Tell me. You have to promise me.'
'Yeah. OK.' I said off handedly.
I started to reach for her leg. Not violently, or anything, just to let her know it was underway. The match, or the mismatch, had begun.
She gave a half kick, like she didn't know how to get started fighting me. How hard should she try?
It wasn't that she was afraid of hurting me. It was that she'd hurt me and still not win. What then? How would I take it out on her then? And Rebecca? Would her daughter suffer more for it? She was truly conflicted.
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I smacked her foot and tried to catch on firmly to her ankle and she started to kick her long legs, for real at my hand and like mad.
'Yeah. Come on, Jenny. That's better. That's more like you mean it.'
I kept grabbing at her and she gave three or four more real kicks and I backed off just a bit. Now she was starting to feel she could do this. I backed off a bit further (more to give her some room and more hope) and she was scrambling to get to her feet. When she turned so her side was to me, I charged her like on a football field and gave her a hard side body check. She splatted to the wall and her knees partly buckled. I shot her a fist to her kidneys and she doubled over onto the landing floor. She coughed and spluttered and I caught her arms at the sides and pushed her part way up the first three stairs. She twisted around and tried to head butt me, which I thought was a pretty ballsy move.
'Good for you. Good on you, Jenny. Fucking go for it you stupid cunt.'
But it was only a move, since she missed and I didn't when I mouth smacked her. She kept licking the blood from her luscious lips and wondered if she'd lost any teeth. Maybe next time, but this slug she hadn't. I went to push her further up the next stairs and she flopped down flat on her front and laid completely prone. That wasn't such a good idea, since it put her sweet ass right at my disposal and mercy. 'Mercy', what the fuck was that? I had none and no concept of it. He ass was next to find that out. I dropped down onto her and beat on her lily white glutes. I fucking pounded her cheeks and she howled. Satisfied with slugging her butt, I climbed up and clamored over her being sure to step on her lots and got above her on the stairs. I started to pull her up and along by her hair. She fucking didn't like that and hollered to let me know. She managed to stop me after three more steps up, by gripping for her dear fucking useless life, onto a railing spindle, with both hands. I stamped and stamped on her thin wrists until she had to let go. I could easily have broken one if I'd connected just the right way.
My dick flew around in the air.
And I waved it at her more, to taunt her.
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I had her half way up by now, and she was really getting panicked. It seemed she couldn't stop me. She really had no idea how unstoppable I was.
Out of sheer building desperation, she managed to get her handcuffed wrists far enough above her head and gripped my outreached, grabbing hand and found super strength and pulled me, yanked me off balance. Now it was me tumbling, but not anywhere nearly as badly as how she'd rolled and fallen.
I steadied myself and checked my fall about halfway along and over top of her body. I plunked down hard on top of her ass and got my arm locked around her throat from the back and pulled her head back as hard as I could. She was choking and coughing and was close to passing out. I released her to keep her conscious and she coughed and wheezed for real. I spread her ass cheeks which were right in front of me, and pried her open enough to thumb fuck her asshole, right there on the stairs. She wasn't too partial to that and tried to twist around to get the thrusting butt plug out of her pucker. I was like a fucking, butt fucking maniac and had no intention of stopping. It felt too fucking, butt fucking nice. But then she distracted me. The most incredible tit ever, for my fist to ignore, was twisted in perfect profile. I caught her full bore, smashing the tit fat shit, bloody hard, against her under ribs. It was a tit rupturing perfect slug and I couldn't have aimed it any better.
Now she really groaned and tried to fend off a second blow, which she couldn't. She wasn't fast enough, or was somewhat stunned from the first hit, so I caught her pretty well the same spot and I knew for certain lots of milk ducts and globules were sorely ruptured. Even a little red fluid seeped out her sweet nipple now.
I twisted around again and got my arms wrapped around her head and started to drag her up one stair at a time. She was getting heavier as I got more tired and I had to catch a rest. She bucked like a bronco on it's side, trying to upright itself, and again she fended me off.
She wasn't exactly losing.
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'Whew, mama bitch, you really can fight, when you have to.'
She wasn't saying anything coherent, just all the screams and grunts as she went about her business of out-smacking me.
The thing was, in the off chance she did get the better of me and if I felt it was coming, like imminent, I had an aluminum base ball bat just around the corner from the bottom landing, of course, out of sight.
Fuck it. Why take the chance?
I was getting tired and winded.
I bolted down to it and bolted right back and she couldn't believe how I'd changed the rules in mid stream, or more like mid stairs.
What the fuck was she to do now?
I could cave her sweet head in with a good slug and that wasn't fair at all, she wailed.
'No. No, you can't do that. You can't use a weapon. Introduce a weapon in the middle just because you think I might be winning. That's not fighting fair.'
That was enough for me.
She really thought I couldn't up my measures and efforts. She thought I was such a weakling, she could defeat me. Forty pounds lighter and her hands cuffed in front of her. The thing was, I may have had a gallon of jizz, but she had a barrel of adrenalin and that wasn't fair. Her having me at a fluids disadvantage. I'd have to drain her of it.
'Fair? I'll show you fair.'
I gripped the bat tight and didn't give a flying fuck where I hit her. Her sweet hip was exposed and I slugged her good.
Fuck, I cracked a home run.
Was I ever hip.
She exploded in a frenzy of arms and legs wildly waving like an octopus out of water in a monster movie so her shin was an easy target and I cracked her another splinter.
I figured that was enough and tossed the bat aside and jumped right onto and on her. Her cunt was bare and unprotected and my fist found it easily.
She was gurgling and severely groaning, but wanted to shriek, but couldn't and then started to go all limp. I'd socked the piss out of her with the shot to her labias. And her vinegar was stuck to my knuckles. I could lick off her resolve.
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Now it was time to stop goofing around with her.
It was serious time.
I grabbed onto her cuffed wrists and started to drag her straight up the stairs on her back side. I was pissed energized and easily could have taken her right to the top. There was no stopping me, but I stopped two stairs short. She was more mush than fight now, but I'd give her one last hope.
'So, Jenny, looks like you lose again and your cunt kid loses too. I'm gonna rip her little hymen out right in front of you and then her clit and then her cervix. So if you're gonna do anything to save her, you better get to it. I'll pull her fucking legs off and cut her little nipples off, so you better take me seriously.'
What would it take to goad her?
I guess I'd hit the nerve, the nerve of me.
Somewhere deep in the well of super human strength, super human feats that becomes public lore, like legends as when a single stranger lifts a car off a trapped victim, she found it, and flashed back to real fighting. She managed to somehow somersault herself upwards and over, kicking me with both heels which she was pretty well doubled over and up side down. It was an impossible position for someone, other than a gymnast, even on a level floor but on the stairs, well it was nothing short of a miracle, divine intervention that she should succeed. God was on her side, it appeared and I'd better watch out. (I better not pout or shout. God was coming to her town.)
She landed a resounding shot and sent me sprawling to the upper landing.
Now she was galvanized. She was four hundred and forty volts charged and was flighting down the flight of stairs. And around the corner to find the ball bat.
That was a bit of a frightening sight (for me) when she appeared with it in her two hands and I was too far behind her to stop her from assuming the dominant position, in that she faced me full standing up and swinging like crazy. And all I faced her with was no weapon other than my useless swinging dick now.
So that was a threat. It was a treat, but she was definitely a threat. I knew she could never get away from the house but she could land a lucky clunk and maybe bash my brains in or go for my crotch, one ball at a time and then slam my cock out of the ball park. She could bean my cock head's brain right into my asshole.
And not even stop for a second to debate the merits of belting me below the belt like so.
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Up until now, I hadn't had to think fast with her. But now I definitely did. If I wanted to rescue the situation, and live to bugger her kid, and her again, I had to get with my programme. This wasn't civilized, demure and practical Jenny anymore. It was a mad woman defending her virgin daughter's fourteen year old hymen. She was over motivated. She advanced on me like a bit, like a Caterpillar, like a bulldozer, and I had to back up and she wacked a banister spindle so she splintered it in four pieces. There was power in that wallop. She was wrecking my house. The fucking nerve of the cunt bitch. She was causing property damage to my property. I'd backed away to the side of the stair case and had not gone up onto the landing to be forced back up. Too confined with her having the bat and all that extra determination and energy. She advanced on me again, swinging with intent to kill and took out two more spindles with one hard swipe. She seemed to be getting stronger which I figured wasn't a good thing. She was super serious and focused and had turned into the potential killer I'd always known I was.
At fifteen, I knew I'd slaughter cunts and at nineteen did my first one. I was a bit of an amateur then, but not in my mind, and I had a lot to learn about drawn out torture and drawn out first fucks. But the bitch died good and I learned better. I was in my mid forties now with quite a long and glorious and checkered history, you might say. A trail of broken hearts and broken cunts, but never a dull or boring or uneventful journey through the land of female flesh.
I had these new events unfolding.
And as foolish at it might seem, I wondered if I could talk her out of it. Talk her into putting the bat down and handing control back over to me.
'Jenny, Jenny, fucking take it easy. Someone's going to get seriously hurt here and you're wrecking my house.'
When I mentioned the trivialness of that to her, she went after some of my collection of pottery on a shelf and made jug saw puzzles of them all. Some were signed pieces, quite old, but clay and ceramic shards were flying everywhere. What she failed to notice was an iron sculpture I'd made from car thermometers of every kind and variety and called 'Stat Man'.
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He suddenly became my best friend and buddy.
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At least I had a weapon in return.
Which could temper her enthusiasm, I assumed.
He was heavy and about a foot tall and six inches wide and I could get a good grip of him by one of his legs.
It didn't slow her down one iota.
She could see she still had the advantage of reach and kept backing me up towards another closed door. She smashed a couple of my prized framed pictures hanging on the wall, just for the hell of it, and I suppose to intimidate me and let me know who was becoming in control now.
She knew where the door led to, it was the kitchen with all the long steak knives and more. Not a good idea to let her think she had the advantage in that room.
I took a couple of swings with Stat Man, but they were pretty inadequate and ineffectual.
'OK. OK, Jenny. Jenny. I can see you're serious and you'd do anything to save your daughter. You're a fantastic mother then and you've proved your point. You don't have to keep on going. Put it down and I'll put mine down. Put yours down and I'll put mine down.'
(Yeah, as if I thought that would really work.)
But the thing was, she was hurt, really hurt and she needed to believe that maybe she'd succeeded. That maybe life was going to look out for her again.
The moment she paused, she felt the shattering pain in her shin bone and figured correctly it could be cracked. Plus her hip hurt bad and her cunt was on fire. There was a chance that realization would light her fires again, but it was just to painful, having a crunched clit and all.
Then she surprised me and relieved me of my impending crisis.
'You'll leave her alone?'
Fuck, the stupid cunt, how could she ever believe that? Just because she needed to believe it, shouldn't have been reason enough to let herself consider actually believing it. Stupid cunt, deserved all she was getting, and would get, and so did her kid for having such a dumb ass mother.
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'Yes I promise.'
The word of a murdering, terrorizing psychopathic rapist should be worth something. At least a plug nickle on a good day or maybe two cents on a bad one.
'What about me? You've hurt me and I need a doctor. What about me?'
There she was back to the me, me, me. But I had to be careful here. If I was too agreeable she'd see right through my ruse and if I wasn't enough, she'd never give up the bat.
'Jenny listen. There are no phones here and you don't have your car keys and you're miles from anywhere. You don't even know where here is and it's not near anything that's civilized, So even if you did get the better of me, you'd still never get away. So that wouldn't be a good idea. Plus I already told you, the house is a fortress and you'd take forever to break out, if you ever managed to at all. I built it that way, so no one could break in or out. Look at the grates on the windows. They're bars disguised as fancy grates.'
She was scrutinizing me as if she had me like a bug on a pin under a magnifying glass.
I continues with my charade plea. 'Tell me what I have to do to get you to put the bat down.'
She didn't hesitate.
'Give me the keys to these handcuffs so I can get them off.'
(And put them on me, I chuckled to myself.)
'OK, I can do that but you have to put the bat down first and I'll put this down too.'
It was as if I wasn't paying attention to myself, to what I'd actually said. I wasn't keeping track of my own b.s. I'd asked her what I had to do first, and now was telling her what she had to do before it.
She seemed to miss that finer point and being blinded by hope was feeding her confusion. She needed to believe hope floats.
'What is that?' She asked. 'It looks like a man. What's it made of?'
'Old car thermostats. I made it years ago.'
'You made that?'
'Yes, I call him Stat Man, like thermostat man, but shortened.'
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Were we starting to bond? Was a compromise in the works? The thing was, she hurt so bad it was clouding her judgement and her consciousness. She didn't know how much longer she could stay standing on her injured leg and or stand the pain that was ever creeping, inexorably upwardly. Plus her pussy was bashed good and she had to pee again. Big wonder she hadn't pissed herself again already.
'OK. Maybe.' She said. 'I have to go to the bathroom again. Is there one down here?'
'No.' I lied, and she knew it'd be excruciating going up a flight of stairs to do her piss piss.
'There must be more than one, in a big house like this.'
'Well, yes, but it's being remodeled so the only working toilet is up those stairs. What about a pail?' I offered, seeming to be conciliatory.
'No. I can't. I have to go..the other too,'
(I wanted to make a joke about number two too, but thought better of it. Not the time nor the place. And everything had its time and its place.)
'You need to take a ...'
She nodded to say yah.
'OK. I see. Then you better get started on back up, one step at a time then.'
She hobbled towards the landing using the bat as a cane.
'But put the bat down first.'
'I can't. Cant you see, It's supporting me. I need it. Besides I don't know that I trust you. If I can ever trust you.'
'Put it down, and I'll get you a regular cane.'
She hadn't noticed it, up until now, but I sure had. There was a trickle of blood down to her knee from her cunt. Looking down, she spied it, and got all panicked again.
'God. Good God, my vagina's bleeding. Look what you've done to me. It's broken somehow.'
What a special combination of words, her telling me her cunt was broken somewhere. It had to be inside, that was for sure which made it all the more excellent.
'All the more reason to put down the bat, so we can get on with fixing you up.'
I really meant 'fucking you up', but again didn't dare say it.
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Her cunt blood freaked her and she wanted to cry for its rupture. This was the jewel of her femininity and I'd smashed it. She was always proud of her womanhood, how it looked and was shaped. Tidy and precise, like the rest of her and not at all smelly nor prone to the yeast infections or other maladies, so common to many other less fortunate women. And I'd bashed it. Which she should have stayed revolted at. She went the other way, and thinking she could attend to her injuries and spare it any more trauma, she offered, 'You first, and I'll put mine down too.'
I couldn't believe my ears.
How could she possibly be so bloody hopeful and gullible?
Or was it me that was being taken?
I put my weapon down carefully, standing the statue on his feet. He waved back at me, his good deed and work done.
She just looked at me.
Trying to decide (her fate).
It looked like she was looking right through me, when she was trying to see inside of me, to see what was there. Did I have an honest heart anywhere. Or a ticking bone bomb in my body?
Something in my manner swayed her, or was it God telling her, He'd take care of her now?
Ever so slowly she laid the bat down and then kicked it rolling to the side, and away from me.
She started for the first step at the landing and she didn't even ask for a real cane.
I said to her, 'Jenny, that was a good move. You're one tough cookie, but you're one smart and pragmatic lady too.'
'I just have to get to the toilet please.'
Her back was completely to me now.
She was almost in a focused trance seeing through the veil of her agony.
Her movements were labored and her body was heavy to her.
She was moaning and so blinded by her pain and so satisfied she'd done the civilized and right things, she wasn't aware I'd sidled up to the bat and retrieved it.
'Jenny.' I called out.
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'What?' She said as she struggled to get the first important step out of the way and completed. If she could do one, she could do a dozen or so more.
'Jenny. Turn around.'
When she saw me close with the bat, she went to pass out. She'd turned enough, that I could full cunt kick her, and then she did pass out, to the sound of her cunt bone cracking.
Stupid, stupid, dumb ass woman. What was she thinking?
But she wasn't thinking now. She was unconscious and a lovely sight at that. What an inviting heap of helpless female flesh.
I stood over her like the conquering hero I was, and there was so much more waiting for me to conquer of her. So much more from Jenny and her kid, who was asleep in her bed, safely at home, for the time being at least. And her time was slated to be being up. She was sorely on my calendar now.
I flopped her onto her back and pulled her legs wide apart and looked for the source of the blood in her cunt. I was concerned I hadn't hurt her enough. It was somewhere deeper than her clit and my pecker went hunting for it too.
Hide and seek.
She thought it was a kid's game.
I knew it was serious fun business.
She fucked good.
Even though she was out cold, she was still a hot fuck.
For the whole five minutes, I could keep from cuming, she really took it good.
And I knew her tits would fuck fine also.
I loved tit fucking and her nipples would do just fine.
I was stroking her gently, post raping her, and she started to moan and come to.
She was groggy, distressed and sort of stared off into space and then wanted to look down at the space between her legs.
She got a bit of a look and the blood that had been a trickle was now a smear, all over her thighs, especially her inner ones.
'You raped me. Didn't you?'
What a spectacular question to hear come out of a beautiful woman's sweet, troubled mouth - You raped me. Didn't you?
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What should I do? Feed her a lie?
'If you mean, was my cock in you, yeah. But it wasn't much of a rape. You weren't even awake for it. It only lasted five minutes, so what's the big deal.'
'You bastard. You inhuman sub-species monster. You don't deserve to be alive and God will kill you.'
'God'll get me.' I joked.
'Make fun of me. Joke all you want, but I'm right, and somewhere inside that empty shell that you are, you know I'm right too. You'll pay. You're going to Hell and there's no way around it. Not for you.'
'Yeah, you think. Well I'll tell you where Hell is. It's up those stairs on the bed, waiting for you to be raped properly. Good and hard and long and viciously.'
She shut her spouting, spiritual mouth.
'I want you to get up and climb those stairs and go into the room and lie on the bed where it's going to happen to you again, only this time you'll be wide awake and feel every mean and magnificent thrust. What do you think of that? Of them apples now?'
She knew she should have kept her big mouth shut.
But was it big enough to swallow my swollen boner whole?
I guessed I needed to find out.
'Jim. No. OK, I shouldn't have lectured you like that. Spouted my opinions like that. Forgive me. I'm sorry, but don't make me do what you said.'
'Sorry? You're not sorry yet, but you will be. Good and sore sorry. Now get the fuck up.'
She just begged at me with her face and her body. She stared down at her bloody crotch and stained her fingers with her own blood and entreated me with her hands, gesturing at her wounds.
'Look what you've already done. Look at what a mess I am. Please, no more inhumanity towards me, please.'
'Fuck you. Fuck and fuck you. OK, then no more crap directed to you but your fucking kid, now she's in the loop. She's up for consideration.'
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How could she keep forgetting about the hold I had over her, threatening to abduct and bring her kid to suffer right along beside her? Was she stupid or just a bad mother? I needed to know.
I'd have to say, she wasn't a bad mother. She wasn't a bad person at all.
'Oh, God no. OK, you win. You win again. I'll do it. Give me a few moments to collect myself, to get my strength and my courage back, and I'll do it. But stop making threats against my daughter.'
'They're not threats now. They're not idle at all. The kid's in the play now. It's too bad, you could have prevented it.'
'Oh, no. No. No. No. Stop it. I'm getting up. Look at me. It hurts unbearably, but look, I'm complying.'
And she wasn't being dishonest about that.
Her body was twisted and broken but she managed to straighten it out, select her resolve and was staggered half way up the staircase by now. I followed along like a dog following a bone that had legs and could walk or crawl.
'You're doing good Jenny. I'm proud of you. You're really trying to save your kid, but it's too late. I already told you.'
She mewled at me and was determined she'd defeat me with her display of pathetic courage.
'Yes. Yes, sweets, you're almost at the top now. Good, fucking good for you. I'll tell you what, I'll reward you for your performance. When I get her, when I grab her, I won't rape her until you can watch. She won't be all alone and terrified because no one's there to rescue her. She'll be able to call out to you. I'll even let you tell her what to expect when a grown man's cock shoves in to her little developing vagina. That's fair enough, isn't it.'
Jennifer knew I wasn't just tormenting her now.
She could tell I was up to it for real.
'Kill me. Kill me now instead. Rape me to death, if that's what you want, but leave her alone.'
'I just told you, I wouldn't leave her alone. That's the whole idea of bringing her here to join you, so she won't be alone when she loses her cherry.'
'Kill me. Murder me. Fuck me to death.'
She was getting my interest up and my pecker too again up.
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'You really mean it? You'd give up your life, lay it down for your kid?'
'Yes, any mother would.'
'Lay down your cunt and let me penetrate you to death?'
She shuddered at the thought.
'Couldn't you just shoot me? Do me that favor. Make it quick?'
'That wouldn't be any fun. At least not for me.'
'God, oh, have mercy.'
'But I'll tell you what I could do, which might work for you.'
'How? What?'
'I could shoot your nipples off, fuck you and then shoot you in the cunt. If you're so anxious to have me shoot you, that could work for me.'
'I don't care. I can't care about myself any more. I can only care about her. So do whatever you want.'
'So it's settled then.'
All she could do was sob and weep now.
'That's good. Cry and cry. Really go to it. It'll make you feel better at least for a little while longer. Let your cleansing tears gush.'
She had no trouble doing that.
She was swaying, still stuck at the top of the stairs and it was time to walk 'The Green Mile'. (I never realized what a good writer Steven King was until I saw the movie they made out of his book of the same name. If you haven't seen it, make the effort. No sex but a deeply engrossing flick.)
She managed to enter the room I directed her to.
It was like she was walking backwards going forward. Resisting and struggling to place each footstep in front of the other. The bed was only a few steps to go, but it might as well have been a country mile or a Canadian kilometer, which ever was longer and more arduous.
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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 I'd agreed to kill her.
To circumvent grabbing her kid.
She still couldn't believe I'd really murder her.
That this could be happening to her, sweet and pure and loveable Jenny.
Why? When if I kept her alive, I could keep on having sex with her.
I seemed to enjoy it and to enjoy her.
She wasn't thinking I could keep on, keeping on, torturing her. But I full well knew I could.
Killing her now was totally discretionary.
Sometime in the future wasn't a matter of choice, but what I was up to now was.
Her brain was leading her to be fucked.
Her reason was leading her there too.
Her cunt resisted.
Two against one, and they won out.
She was right by the side of the bed, her rubber knees were touching the rubber mattress cover.
If she crapped or pissed herself, I didn't want it ruining, or staining, the expensive Posturepedic Sealy underneath.
While they were being raped, they might as well have the best mattress money could buy, under their tight little spread asses. Plus it gave them the best night's sleep possible considering the circumstances they were under.
It was under them too, to support my circumstances.
'Get on the bed, you fucking cunt. Get right up onto the bed. But hold it, I wanna take the cuffs off.'
My fingers were jittery putting the key in the locks.
My boner was a missile waiting to be launched.
As she rolled onto the mattress her sweet cheeks rolled past my field of perverted visions and I knew what was right for then.
'Lay face down. Lay fucking face down.'
She managed to wriggle her way to the center of the space and did as she was told.
Good little ass bitch about to be buggered.
'Reach your hand up and grip onto the corners of the bed.'
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She managed to do that too.
'Spread your legs now. Touch your feet to the other corners.'
Her legs were long and slender, although one shin was cracked, but still she managed to do it.
'Now hold it there.'
'You're not going to rape me the same, are you?
'In the cunt? No.'
'You're going to, from behind?'
'In your behind, yes.'
She convulsed and flopped like a fish.
'Unless you want me to go for the kid, then I'll do it in your cunt.'
She just shook her head sideways, the tears pooling on the mattress cover.
'Stay there then. Don't move a fucking ass muscle.'
I returned in a couple of minutes with my single shot Savage twenty-two rifle.
I preferred the single shot-er so I wouldn't get carried away and go on a shooting spree.
I flashed her the gun and she cringed.
I pulled one of her flattened tits out to the side and played with her nipple until she hardened.
I pushed the barrel of the loaded rifle hard to the side of her bud, imbedding it in the bed.
I pushed a bit harder and made a hole in my good expensive mattress.
It was worth it.
Her nipple was somewhere within the ragged confines of the hole.
She arched up and flopped down and passed out, all in a couple of seconds.
I turned her onto her side to examine my handy work, or more accurately the speedy little bullet's artistry.
She wasn't the beauty, I'd had when I started, or when I first spied her at the Designer Bazaar.
She was the new improved condensed version.
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And she'd lost some weight. At least the heft of a nipple.
The more I looked at her, the more I realized she was right.
'Why?' She'd thought.
'Why kill her then, when if I kept her alive, I could enjoy her more, rape her more.'
On those scores she was only partially correct.
But she scored good enough for me to re-consider my stance.
Because I suppose I knew all along, the moment I saw her kid's picture, she'd never be out of the picture.
And I'd take pictures of them, of the two of them dead, side by side.
It'd be a few days off.
But what's inevitable is just that.
Unstoppable.
Not to give the wrong impression. Yes, her kid was young, but it wasn't her age. She just was the daughter Jenny happened to have and how unfortunate for both of them. But she was still a secondary target. I much preferred Jenny. Sure her daughter would be sweet but she woudn't really know about the attitude things or know how to fight. It was the additional control it would exert over Jenny. The added horrors and unimaginable guilts she'd have to face. You fuck with a woman alone, and you can bugger her pretty good before she'd killed. Add her daughter to the equation, then, and only then does her horror become the deepest possible expression of human female misery and unspeakable grief.
She deserved it.
They both did.
Jenny was destined for unspeakable grief.
Besides my fist, Becky wouldn't know what hit her.
I massaged her glutes and spread them wide and her waiting pucker beckoned to me. It didn't take much, with all the body fluids around, to wet her up good and my boner slid in even better. She was a pretty good ass fuck and I took my time and fifteen minutes later gave her the spunk load. She hadn't been awake for any of it, so next time I'd have to be sure she was. I wondered how wide awake she'd be when her kid got the same treat.
She deserved it.
They both did.
Jenny was destined for unspeakable grief.
Besides my cock, Becky wouldn't know what hit her.
To be continued...
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