Hello Everybody,

 

I haven't been here for a while because I have been working on a new story.  I thought some of you might find it interesting.  There is a change in the point of veiw, part way into the story.  Let me know what you think of it.

 

Love Betty-

                                The Rapist  

 

Even as a boy, I always loved to hurt the little girls I played with. But when I turned thirteen, that was no longer enough and I began raping them. At that age, most of them were virgins. I loved knowing I could make them bleed with my cock. Those were good days. But passionate men are always misunderstood, so I was basically raised by the juvenile authorities.

Now that I've matured, I don't rape girls anymore. I prefer women. I like them in their early twenties, in their prime, ripe as plums. I've devised many new and interesting ways to hurt them. There have been many victims since I've become a man, but I've never been caught. Caution and patience keep me safe. I've learned to savor the hunt, but it's the conquest I live for. And now, I've chosen a new lamb, and a fresh hunt has begun.

She dances at a local strip club under the name, Betty Johnson. Judging by all the tips she gets, I'm not the only one fascinated by her perky breasts and sweet, full ass. Just thinking about all the punishment that young flesh could take excites me. The night I first saw her, I kept my distance, even though I was dying to just throw her down and rape her right there in front of everybody. I love the way her blonde hair sways when she dances. She looks so wholesome, always smiling. I wonder what she'll do when I sink my cock in her mouth up to the hilt. I think about her day and night, but I must be patient. She'll be mine soon enough and she won't put up much of a fight. She's a tiny thing. Besides, she's just a woman. What could she possibly do to hurt me? She was born to be my victim.

Everything's in place. I've been studying her for weeks, working out the details of my plan. I started by staking out the parking lot behind the club where she dances. Through my night-vision monocular I see that a bouncer walks her to her car every night and there are surveillance cameras everywhere. That won't do.

As she drove away, I followed her home. There are no cameras in her apartment building's lot, but it is well-lit. But there is a small shed adjacent to the building near the stairs creating a black well of darkness. A plan begins to form. All I need is a well-timed diversion.

As she sleeps, I place an electronic tracer under her car. Following her is too risky. My delivery van sticks out like a sore thumb and I'd surely be discovered. With the tracer's help, I continued to study her movements.

She gets off work at the same time every night, but she arrives home at random hours. She always seems to be stopping at a late-night grocery or visiting someone. I tell myself she will be worth the wait.

Last night, I thought I had her. I watched as she parked her car, ready to make my move. But the little vixen had brought a man home. I sat in the darkness as they entered the building and went to her apartment. I was fuming. I wanted to bash his head in and take her right there. But that would be reckless.

As I walked dejectedly toward my van, I told myself that, if I was patient, she would soon know who she really belonged to. Just as I slammed the door, I thought I heard a man scream. But I ignored it. I had a feeling that tonight would be my lucky night.

So, now I wait. I have my van stocked with all my goodies; everything I could possibly need. My double bed in the back is perfect for two lovebirds like us to enjoy our time together. My receiver begins to beep indicating she's only a half-mile away. I feel my heartbeat and breathing quicken in anticipation. I see her car pull up and she steps out. All alone. She walks toward the stairs and, just as she's about to take the first step, I hit the alarm button for my van. The horn starts honking and the lights flash. Startled, she turns toward it. I quickly slip behind her and apply my stun gun to the back of her neck. She falls without a sound and I catch her, dragging her back into the shadows. I turn off the alarm.

I see curtains bounce as a few night-owls go to the window to see what the ruckus is about. Seeing nothing, they soon go back to their business. The effects of the stun gun don't last long, so I administer a sedative to Betty. She'll sleep for about an hour.

I go to her car and retrieve my tracing device. I'm almost in the clear. Next, I go to the van and start it up. I back up to where Betty is waiting. Slipping between the seats, I open the back doors and jump out. Her tiny body is light as a feather as I lift her and carry her into the van, laying her on the bed. I close the doors softly behind me and return to the driver's seat. There's an abandoned logging road a half-hour out of town. It's my favorite place in the whole world.

 She should wake soon. I've removed all my clothing and have to tend to Betty next. I take off her shoes and tenderly kiss her little feet. Her tiny, fragile toes are like blossoms. Her shirt and bra are next. I lick, suck, and nuzzle the smooth flesh of her breasts. I tug off her jeans and panties and stick my finger in her cunt. I can do whatever I want. God, I love that feeling!

I think she's coming around. I better cuff her.

 

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I slowly wake to a nightmare. It looks like I'm in a van with no windows, and I don't have a stitch of clothing on. A very large, muscular man I've never seen before is roughly cuffing my hands together in front of me. He is naked, too. Beneath his prominent brow, his cold gaze sweeps across my nude body, like he's tasting me with his eyes. He sees me watching and a leer twists his thick lips. The fog in my mind is lifting too slowly.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Oh, goodie. You're awake. I was getting impatient. I thought I was going to have to fuck you while you were still unconscious."

"What are you talking about? I don't even know you. I'd never fuck someone like you."

"Well, I'm afraid that choice is no longer yours. I will do precisely what I want with you, and I will decide when and how I do it. What you want makes no difference."

I completely freak out. I suddenly sit up and desperately try to fight. I am kicking and screaming, trying to bite the bastard anyplace I can.

But he sits on my hips and effortlessly pins my shackled hands, carefully staying just out of reach of my snapping teeth. God, he's as powerful as a gorilla. I see the muscles ripple in his broad chest. He must be several times stronger than me. I'm using up all my energy in a wrestling match that I can not win. I stop struggling. I need to think.

"Don't stop. I love the feel of a naked girl struggling underneath me, trying to get control. I'm so horny right now."

I hate being dominated by a man. I'm always the one calling the shots. Furious at being in this position, I taunt him.

“Well you big stud, if that’s what you want then let’s get on with it. Show me what you got. I’ll spread my legs and you can fuck me all night long if you want to. What are you waiting for, Casanova?”

He glares at me, displeased with my response.

“Well, maybe you would rather I give you a blowjob.  I give great blowjobs. Everybody says I’m a world class cocksucker.”

“Listen you little slut, do you think I’m dumb and stupid at the same time?  After seeing the way you tried to use your teeth just now, do you think I’m going to put my dick into that guillotine mouth of yours? No way!”

“Well, if you don’t want a blowjob, come on then. Do whatever it is you do and let’s get this over with so I can go home.”

“Go home?" He chuckles. "You're not going anywhere. You still don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you?  I am king of the game, the best of my breed.  This isn’t some spur of the moment encounter.  I’ve been planning this for weeks.  Working out every detail so I could have you all to myself.”

“Am I supposed to be impressed?”

“Absolutely. I’m the ultimate predator of the night.  Have you ever seen cats play with their prey before they feed upon them? Sometimes I play with my prey for days.  Weeks. How would you like to be tied down and helpless, raped and tortured every waking hour until you don't feel anything anymore?”

“Stop it. You're scaring me.”

“Gooood.  You can scream if you want.  They always scream so beautifully. But, we are out in the middle of nowhere.  No one ever hears them.”

“There have been others?”

“Oh my, yes, many others.  I’ve been doing this a long time.  You’re not the first and you won’t be the last.”

“What do you do with them when you finish with them?” I hear my voice quiver.

“After a while, they stop resisting. They're no good to me then. I generally take them to a back-alley in the middle of the night.  I disembowel them and dump their naked body in the street and leave them for dead.  It usually takes them a few hours to die, though I'm long gone by then.”

“What have women ever done to make you hate them so much?”

“They won't let me fuck them. They think they're better than me. NOBODY'S better than me,” he barks. An unsettling smile comes to his face. “Let me show you my souvenirs.” He pulls out a stack of photos of pretty girls tied down to a bed.  Then he displays several small bottles with lumps of flesh in what smells like formaldehyde.  "Nipples," he says. Next are several pieces of dried flesh strung on a cord. I can see wisps of hair attached to them. “I like girls with a bush. Sometimes I keep a girl around a while, just so she can grow her pubic hair a little." I realize these are pussy scalps and my stomach feels nauseous. He smiles and studies my shaved crotch. "You look like you need to grow yours out a little.”

“Unless you want me throwing up all over you, you better put all that shit away.”

“Okay, there is plenty of time later to show my prizes.  But I do want you to see my scrapbook.”

He pulls out a large collection of newspaper clippings full of unsolved rape/murders in which the victims were mutilated on the street, Jack-the-Ripper style. “These are all my babies, my special girl friends.  They all put up a sexy struggle at first, but all met with a similar end.”

I am on the verge of hysteria.  I have never been so scared in all my life.  The feeling is like slowly being pushed toward the edge of a cliff.

“Get me outta’ here, you motherfucker.  I’ve got friends.  They’ll kill you for this.  Please! I'm begging!  Let me gooooo!!”  I scream in desperation, even knowing there is no one to hear me.

“That’s more like it.  We’re going to have a lot of fun together.  Of course, all of the fun will be for my benefit.  I have plans for you.  We’re going to fuck until I can’t get hard anymore.  Then I’m going to use a baseball bat on you until your cunt bleeds.  When your cunt can’t take anymore then I’m going to shove the bat up your ass until you’re torn up inside.  When you stop writhing in agony, we will call it a night.”

“Please, don't hurt me.”

“Oh, that’s nothing; tomorrow I have even bigger plans.  I’m going to put your nipples one at a time in the chuck of my electric drill.   Once they are tightened down real good, I have a very slow speed where I can twist them completely off.  I always get some good screams out of that procedure and I get something cute to add to my collection, too.”

I start to sob uncontrollably. He takes pleasure in that, and it makes me angry. “You’re about as sick as they come.  Why don’t you just go fuck yourself in the ass with a shotgun and save the world a lot of trouble.”

“You’re a real bitch when you talk like that.  I like it. I'm getting horny again.  I think we had better get to it. I’m ready to start fucking.” He starts to climb on me and I see his dick is hard and ready for action. But it's tiny, maybe three or four inches at the most.  I want to laugh and humiliate him, but I'm afraid to make him angry. I obediantly spread my legs for his entry.  It occurs to me that he'll be weaker and, perhaps, more careless after he cums. I cling to that hope. 

His taut, muscular body moves over me and he thrusts his rod into my dry pussy.  It hurts like sandpaper and I'm grateful that he's so small. I move my hips with him, trying to work up some lubrication. I can tell he'd rather I just lied still or tried to fight him off. Just the same, he comes in a big way after just a few minutes. 

As he lifts himself off me, I see an opportunity.  He is spent, lethargic, not even paying attention to me. My hands are cuffed together, but can still move freely. In an instant, my hands are at his face and I claw his eyes, digging my nails as deep into his sockets as I can. At the same time, I drive my knee as hard as I can into those big fucking balls.

He shrieks in pain and falls onto the floor, curling up with his hands over his face. I've only moments to act.

While he was fucking me, I'd carefully studied all the items he kept hanging on the walls of his van.  I saw something that looked like a stun gun; probably the same one he used on me.  He is already starting to get up as I lunge for it.   I jam it on the side of his shoulder and hit the button.  His body shudders with the high voltage and he collapses onto the bed.  I place the stun gun to the back of his neck and give him another good jolt.

He should be out for at least ten minutes. I find the keys and remove my cuffs.  My clothes are neatly folded on the passenger seat and I quickly get dressed.  The door sticks a little as I force it open, desperate to get as far away as possible.  I run, looking for a road, a house, anything. But I have no idea where I am. All I know is that help is many miles away. When he wakes up, he will catch me easily. Running away won't work.

I force myself to turn and go back. It is like knowingly walking into the mouth of hell. As I enter the van, the first thing I do is give him another shock to the back of the neck to make sure he stays out for a while. He has all kinds of restraints and tools.  Some heavy-duty steel eyelets welded to the truck at each corner of the mattress are perfect for my needs. He is heavy and very hard for me to move, but I get him laid out spread-eagle and face up on the mattress.  I cuff his wrists and ankles to the eyelets and wait.

He was so smug when he was in control. I was just a thing to him. If I hadn't escaped, he would have raped, tortured, and mutilated my naked body until I was dead.  He had terrorized me to the point of hysteria.  I was so scared that, even after I got the best of him, all I wanted to do was run away.

As he slowly regains consciousness, my mood changes. I feel my fear fade, replaced by anger, hatred, and a need for vengeance. I realize I now have a naked man chained and helpless before me; just the way I like them.  It's time to show him what I do best.

I slap his face and say, “Hey, wake up, dip-shit.  You look like a helpless little baby laying there like that.”

“What the fuck is going on?  What did you do to me?”

“Never mind that, loser. You’re about to get your just desserts.”

“Let me go, you fucking bitch.  I’ll tear this fucking truck apart if you don’t let me go right now!” He begins twisting and yanking at the cuffs. The whole van shakes with his fury.

“You may have the strongest muscles in the world, tiny dick, but you’re no match for solid steel.  I’d cut that little thing off and feed it to you, but it’s not even enough for a snack.  I think those giant balls of yours are where the problem lies.  They need to be cut down to size.”

“Nooo. Please don’t.  Look, all those things I told you were just a joke.  I was only kidding.  I never really hurt anybody.  I just wanted to scare you.” His voice had none of the macho overtones he had spoken with before.

“So now you’re trying to tell me that all those things you showed me were just fake.”

“Yes, that’s it, they were just fake.  None of it was real.”

As I examine the things he showed me a little closer, I say, “Well, it looks real to me.  But even if it isn’t real, you still terrorized me with it.  I think that alone deserves punishment, and I am the chosen one to make you pay for your sins.”

“I’ll do anything, just let me go.”

“Well okay, lets see how much you can do when you’re all tied down.” I unzip my jeans and waggle them over my hips. After steeping out of my panties, I pull a claw-hammer from the rack on the wall and sit on him, a knee on each side of his chest. “Now, you're going to get your tongue right up in there and clean out every drop of cum you shot into my pussy.  If you don’t do a good job, or try to hurt me, I’ll smash out all your teeth with this hammer and sit on your face so completely that you’ll die of suffocation."  I press the head of the hammer hard against his mouth. "Do you understand?"

He nods.

"Good." I take the hammer off his face and slip forward so my cunt is against his mouth. "Now, get to fucking work.”

I can tell that he's never tasted pussy in his entire life. But he does his best, slurping away until he's cleaned out every drop. 

I slide back so I'm sitting on his hips. “Now that’s a good boy.”

He is gagging and spitting. His head raises and he glares at me with hatred. "You’re a real shit-eating bitch. You'll regret making me do that.  When I get out of here, I’ll hunt you down if it takes the rest of my life.”

“Ohhh, I’m so scared.  What, are you going to try and fuck me again with that pencil dick of yours?  Maybe it’s time to show you what I do to men like you.”

I stand up and drop the hammer. It makes a loud clang against the floor, startling him. He's a little jumpy now. I begin to slowly peel off my t-shirt, inspecting the contents of the van as I do. “You've a lot of things for torturing young girls, don't you? Those can be fun. But I don't need any tools to hurt you. I'm going to rip you to pieces without using anything."

"Bullshit," he scoffs. "What could a little runt like you do to me? You know martial arts or something?"

"No. Something quite a bit simpler. And much more disfiguring and painful. Have you forgotten already?" I toss my shirt onto the floor and crawl across the bed until I'm right in his face.

"I bite."

 

His breath catches as I bare my teeth and pretend to snap at his face. Dragging my mouth over his chest and stomach, I tell him, "When I want to hurt someone, I become just like an animal. I can make a man pass out from pain just by biting him in the right place. With these sharp teeth, I can do horrible bloody damage. And once I taste blood, I'm like a vicious beast. Every man I ever met has BEGGED for mercy once I started biting."

With that, I dig my claws into his chest and start growling. He looks stunned, not knowing what to do or say. Then I lunge forward and bury my teeth deep into his shoulder.

He knows what to do now. He is screaming and twisting, nearly ripping his bleeding shoulder from my mouth. So I bite deeper.

When he stops thrashing around, it's time for something new. I release my bite and slide out toward his hand. Bending down, I take one of his fingers in my mouth. I watch his face as I bite harder, little by little, waiting for him to grimace in pain.  He breathes a sigh of relief as I start to ease up.  Then I chomp down hard and listen to his screams.

“Noooooo! Ahheeeeee! Pleeeeese, doooon’t.” 

The sound is intoxicating and I feel that familiar bloodlust start to rise in me. His finger is still attached, but mangled beyond repair.

I move in to work on another finger, but he clenches his hand into a fist.   Smiling at him with my now bloody teeth, I say, "If you resist, I'll get mad and then it will go much worse for you. Now, open your hand."

But he refuses. I seize his hand and stuff the fleshy muscle of his thumb into my mouth, biting into it as hard as I can until his fingers finally open. He allows me to  continue, blubbering like a child as I do. I take each digit in turn and bite down on it, always watching him in silence.  Just when he thinks the worst is over, I chomp down hard and try to tear his finger off, feeling the crunch of his bones as they break between my teeth. He is begging me not to hurt him anymore.

My answer is to roll onto him and bite deep into his chest.  I lift my head and smile at seeing an angry circle of deep teeth marks, glistening with my saliva.  His body goes completely rigid as I drop my head once more and chomp into his nipple, growling and tearing at it until I rip it off with my teeth. His scream is deafening. I sit upright and noisily spit the piece out. It clings to the wall for a moment before tumbling down to the floor.

"Put that in your fucking bottle."

I think he finally understands. He is not the predator. He is my prey. As I reach down and squeeze his cock hard, I whisper in his ear, “Maybe this will be next.” He sobs quietly.

After playing with his cock for a while, I look him in the eye and say, “Now it’s time for me to take my pound of flesh.” His whole body is solid muscle except for his love-handles. My head drifts down toward one and I suck the flesh into my mouth.  The sissy winces as soon as I start biting.

He relaxes as I release my bite to admire the deep teethmarks I've made.  “Very lovely.  You will have those for a good long while.  Now for the other one.”

I take both hands and squeeze together as much loose flesh as I can. Chuckling, I say, "I'm afraid you're about to learn just how fucking hard I can bite." He screams as I stuff as much of him into my mouth as I can and angrily bite down with all my might.  Blood is running freely as my teeth come together.  He arches his back in agony and screams, “No, don’t!  Please, Betty.”  But I chew off a big piece of him before he can finish speaking.

I crawl toward his face and open my mouth so he can see the huge chunk I've just bitten off his body. When I do, blood spills from my mouth and drips off my chin, splattering onto his chest. I chew it up with my mouth open so he can see me grind it to pieces. Then I swallow it and show him it's gone. "Not as tasty as cock meat, but I haven’t eaten for a while." 

He is hysterical.

“You filthy bitch!  What the hell are you, some kind of fucking cannibal?”

I look him in the eye and smile, his blood still dripping from my mouth and teeth. “I’m just getting started, you miserable little crybaby.  I have not yet begun to bite. Hahahaha.”  His little cock is limp and pathetic. I reach down and hold it by the base as I flop it back and forth against his thighs.

Surprisingly, he starts to get hard. My voice is menacingly calm as I bring my head closer to his cock. “I bet I could bite this thing right off.  At least I could chew it up so bad, it wouldn’t be good for anything anymore.  I’d tear it up so bad with my teeth, you wouldn’t even be able to tell what it is." I turn toward him. "What do you think?  Should I try?”

“No please, I promise never to rape again as long as I live.”

“Yeah right, and the tooth fairy is going to lick my pussy the next time I put a severed cock under my pillow.”

I bury my head in his crotch, grab his dick, and stuff it into my mouth.  Even though he is terrified, his little cock is tremendously hard. As I sink my teeth deep into his shaft, I realize he has the toughest cock I've ever bitten. It's like an old tire. I don’t think I can bite it off at the base, but it will be fun to try.

I bite hard, over and over. I chew and grind, then let go, only to immediately bite down on a new piece. I'm breathing heavily from the excitement and the effort.

God, if there's anything I like more than biting men, it's biting their damn COCKS as HARD AS I FUCKING CAN! I love everything about it. Feeling my teeth tear through their rubbery cock-flesh. The taste of their hot blood as it wells up in my mouth. Hanging on as tight as I can while they thrash around like animals in a trap. Their screams of terror and agony. That feeling of power when I have a big, strong guy crying like a baby, begging me for mercy. They'll promise anything to keep me from chewing off their lousy dicks. They know that no matter how big their cocks are, I can bite off a big bloody chunk of it anytime I want.

 His dick-head is being neglected, so I nibble on it sharply for a while.  As my back teeth crush his head, I run my tongue inside the tip.  His moans give me the impression that he might be enjoying this on some level.  It gives me pleasure to know that I can take him wherever I want.

“Maybe it is time for some games.  Have you ever played the game ‘tie your balls to a post?’  When I tried to run, I noticed a big post right outside the van.  Let me see. You have a nice coil of thin rope here.  Just right for what I want to do.”

I begin tying the rope securely around his balls.  He squirms from side to side when I tighten the knot.  Then I open the back of the van, jump out, and tie the other end to the post.

Once I'm back in the van, I say, “I had planned to slice off those big balls of yours and cook them for supper.  But then I thought, what fun would that be? It would be a lot more interesting to rip them out by the roots.  Don’t you think?”

“Noooo.  Please, not that.  What are you going to do?  What you gonna dooo?!”

“Well, I see that the keys to the van are still in the ignition.  It looks like we have about a hundred feet of rope.  Why don’t we go for a little drive.  Not very far.  Maybe about two hundred feet.  Ha, ha, ha, ha.”

“Noooooo!  You’ll kill me!  The pain will be too much!  Pleeeese!”

I get into the driver's seat, start the van, put it in gear, and begin driving dead slow.  As the rope gradually plays out, he becomes hysterical.  He's shaking and screaming so loud that he's frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal.  Just as the rope grows taut and is about to tear off his scrotum, I slam on the brakes. I back up a few feet and say, “No, that still isn’t painful enough.  We need to find something better and maybe more personal.”

He is in shock. Coming so close to having his balls torn off has left him traumatized.

“You thought that you were the king of cruelty, didn’t you?  You shouldn’t have messed with me.  Compared to me, you’re just an amateur.”

“Fuck you, you crazy cunt.  I’ll kill you when I get out of this.”

“Well, it’s nice to know you’re still outraged by my more creative activities.  I hate complacent men.  I think it’s time I showed you my style of love-making.  Do you think you can get it up for one more go round?”

I lay down between his legs and begin licking his balls as I untie them.  His cock starts to stir and I take it hungrily into my mouth.  As I suck, moving my mouth up and down on him, he becomes rock-hard.  But even though he is sexually excited, he is still very frightened. “Wh . . .. why are you doing this?”

I stop sucking and smile sweetly.  “I just wanted you to have some pleasure before I decide what to do next.”

But he's still terrified. Smart boy. Maybe it's all the blood that still lingers on my mouth and teeth. I step things up by licking the underside of his dick while I suck.  He responds with moans of ecstasy.  I run my tongue around his head in a circle and massage his balls with both hands.

“God, you’re good at this. You weren't kidding when you said you were a world-class cocksucker. I'd never rape anyone if I had this kind of action.”

He had forgotten about being tied down, forgotten how helpless he was.  All he could think about was that cloud of ecstasy and the way he was floating along without a care in the world. I pull my mouth away and jack him off with my left hand. With my other hand, I carefully stuff his giant balls into my mouth.

"Oh, God! I'm cumming!"

I grin. It's show time. I bite down on his testicles.  His cry is so loud and shrill, it hurts my ears. Annoyed, I bite even harder, slowly crushing his balls between my powerful back teeth.  I'm surprised to see ropes of cum continue to spurt from his dick, as if I'm squeezing the sperm out of his testicles. I remove my hand from his cock and begin rubbing my clit furiously.  It doesn’t take long for me to cum like a nymphomaniac.  As the adrenaline races through my body, I bite down with all my might, screaming through my clenched teeth. As I bite the fucker's balls right in half, I'm filled with exhilaration. His sack offers no protection. I bite right through it like it's nothing. As I proudly survey the devastation my teeth have caused his manhood, I hear him gasp, then cough a couple of times like he's choking. Then, he passes out from the pain.

I decide to take a break after such a wonderfully intense orgasm. He'll probably be unconscious quite a while after what I just did to him. I lay down next to him with my head on his belly, looking at what's left of his genitals. I drift off to sleep thinking about what more I can do to him.

 

It's morning and he wakes to me sucking him off.  Because of all the trauma, it's difficult for him to get a hard-on, but I suck like I've never sucked before and, eventually, he begins to get a weak erection. I place several tight rubber bands around the base of his cock to keep him hard. Several more are tightly applied just behind the head of his dick. 

“Good to see you awake again.  Did you have pleasant dreams?  I would have let you sleep some more, but I was getting hungry for breakfast.”

His voice is barely a whisper. “There are some breakfast bars in the glove compartment.  You are welcome to all of them if you will just let me go.”

“Well, that is the most friendly gesture you have made to me so far.  But you see, I always like to have fresh meat for breakfast.  Do you know where I can get any fresh meat out here in the middle of nowhere?”

He's wide-awake now. “Nooooooo!  Don’t do it.  You can’t do it.  Pleeeeze.”

I start licking the end of his dick which is already starting to turn purple with all the rubber bands.

“I might be satisfied with some love juice, but we’re not going to get any out of this thing now that your balls are chewed to pieces.”

My teeth slip between the rubber bands and the helmet of his cock and I bite down hard. Even his screams are weak now. With a few vigorous shakes of my head, I easily bite off the end and chew it hungrily.

”What a delicious treat for breakfast.  The head is the best-tasting part of the cock.  Thank you for such a lovely morsel, but I’m still hungry.  What other meat do you have to give me this morning?”

“Just kill me and get it over with!”

“No, I would never do that.  You’re going to live a long life.  You’ll have plenty of time to think about the things you’ve done.” 

I pull out a custom tool he must have specially made and firmly secure his shaft into the jaws of the electric drill.  “Just a few more turns with this chuck-key and your cock should be ready for the twist-off treatment.”

“Nooooooo…   You destroyed my balls.  Isn’t that enough!”

“Oh, we’re just getting started.  I like the way you modified this drill to hold the flesh in place.”

As I tightened down the chuck, the teeth began to dig into the flesh of his remaining cock-meat.  I smiled with each turn and looked him in the eye.

“You're crushing my dick.  Stop, Stop, Stooooop…”

“Now it’s time to see how much torque we can apply to that scrawny little baby dick of yours.”

As I turn on the drill he becomes hysterical again and starts shaking all over and screaming bloody murder.  On the slowest speed, it takes a surprisingly long time for the second revolution and I can hear the flesh beginning to tear. I stop and switch to reverse.  At first, he is relieved that his dick is unwinding, but I keep going, twisting his cock the other way until the flesh begins to tear once more.

I do this many times. His torment is thrilling and I watch his face the whole time, studying his every reaction.  Each time, I twist a little further than the time before.

Finally, without warning, I use the full-speed setting and his cock twists until I've ripped it off.  The pain is too much and he passes out again.  I run the drill until the last little thread of flesh is twisted off.  Seeing such a spectacle causes me to masturbate again. Once I'm sated, I feast on more fresh meat. 

I take the cigarette lighter from the dash and cauterize his wound so he won’t bleed to death. I put fresh batteries in the stun gun and alternately shock his right and left temples repeatedly until I induce a seizure. This should cause enough brain damage to make his memory unreliable. By nightfall, he is barely alive.  I drop him off in front of a homeless shelter and drive away. Ditching his van, I flag down a taxi. 

It's so good to be home again.  I take a nice long bath, daydreaming about men screaming while I bite the flesh off their bodies. I masturbate a few times, then climb into bed and soundly sleep the day away.

 

 

                                                By Betty Johnson