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Last thing I did before driving off was lean over the boy and lower his seat to its fully reclined position. Two minutes after I'd first spotted him I was pulling back onto the highway and headed home with my newest victim. I'd unscrewed the little light over the license plate before I left home. Somehow it made it more fun for me if the guy was scared."It'll pass baby. As soon as he was out I zapped him good with the stun gun and while every muscle in his beautiful young body contracted so hard he was frozen like a statue I'd jammed a cattle prod up his ass. Then it was just a matter of turning the hand crank and getting the height right."How fast do you want me to start darlin? Any tighter and Id have cut off circulation to vital parts. I thought I even heard the words 'dear god, please no'. I wanted to see his reactions so I got on facing him. Although I must admit the kitchen was gettingpretty polluted. Getting to torture him that much in such a shortperiod of time was heavenly. There was a well andan outhouse and a creaky old oil furnace for winter. I looked back at Mom and smiled a dreamy smile as I slid my fingersin and out real fast and climaxed. Aunt Becky came over to stay with my brother Bobby while Mom and I went to the cabin to snuff Daddy. Aunt Becky was going to stay with the boys while Mom and me took Daddy up to the cabin for four days of glorious torture. Shed say all of us girls stayed home with my brother and cousin while the big grown up man went off fishing. So I had a lot of different names growing up.d said about her own Daddy months ago. Not as much as me I guess since I was fucking the older girl every chance I got. So both Mom and Aunt Becky thought it was a good idea to involve Trish. We all liked the idea of getting to kill two birds with one stone so to speak, or in this case killing two men with one cabin fire. The man new his wife was unspeakable cruel and he had to have suspicions that she meant to kill him one day. I pulled it tight to remove all the slack then snapped the chain securely to the dog collar. So I tried to keep him talking, get him involved with what was happening to him. While he was still chained up in the car I'd put fresh batteries in the training collar. It centered the massive, wicked dildo right on the boy's hole. The middle speed will give you time to get used to it before I crank up the speed and the depth all the way." You should have seen the look on his face! And I had him strapped down about as tight as you can strap a boy down. And his body, god how it writhed and bucked and even started to convulse. I'd have to find another swimmer if they were all this good. So I climbed up on the bench and straddled his chest with my legs. So we were trying to makethat happen just with our smoke. Whenever Dad stopped moving, when he slumped over in the chair Mom would touch her cigarette to a sensitive part like his dickor one of his tits or one of his battered balls. Then Mom and I would both burn him and crush his balls twice asmuch as we'd been doing before. I almost wished Daddy would keeptrying to play possum. It was Dad's retreat from thehustle and bustle of running his chain of dry cleaning companies. I saw her looking at me funny and realized I'd slipped my hand between my legs and I was masturbating to thoughts of Daddy burning anddying and suffering so bad. A woman who loses three husbands to suspicious fires is a too obvious murder suspect. We laiughed harder when Aunt Becky picked up a strapon harness, held it against her hips and made that thriusting motion that only means one thing. They'd felt her huge dildos pounding up the butts countless times.s and her Dad had no idea what we were up to. We were going to set the men on fire just before they died andthe hot flames would destroy any evidence of the games wes too. It doesn't get much better than that.d encouraged him to think that. By the time I was done his tongue was hanging out of his mouth and he was drooling. I let him rest for a few seconds then hit him again with a head jerking jolt. All he could do was grunt and sputter as the agony overwhelmed his senses. And he really, really hated the training collar around his neck. And zapped him half a dozen times to let him know who was in control. So I stuck the hot end of my cigarette in the hole I'd just burned in his jeans. No, I mean how does it feel knowing I'm going to burn you like that over and over again. They never suspect a woman of doing things like this. I was learning to do this kind of kill so I could get away with it. I guess once she decided we were going to snuff Daddy she was finallyable to let herself go with him. That was probably the best part, getting to snuff Daddy as my first kill. We started the Friday night before Memorial Day and didn't finish with him until the next Monday afternoon. Sometime Friday night when Dad was passed out after a particularly vicious torturesession Mom and I went downstairs and played with my brother Tommy for a bit. His body started to flop and jerk and do all sorts of lovely things. He hadn't told any of his friends or his parents what he was up to. I wanted to make it look like my plumber friend had met up with a perverted sex maniac. I was being careful to leave as little evidence as possible. I'd never seen her be so cruel, even with the usual pain sluts she entertained down in thebasement. I left the plastic bag tied over his head while I went through his pockets and took his keys, his wallet and the ring from his finger. One piece was about two feet long and two inches in diameter. My instincts said keeping my sadistic nature hidden was vital. His eyes were cloudy, his lips were purple and he had no pulse. And we played a lot more games with Dad that night.
It was the kind of smile a boy desperate for affection and approval would smile. What kid is going to feel threatened by good looking blond, five foot seven, one hundred ten pound, blue eyed thirty four year old woman who looks just like any other cute suburban soccer Mom? A cruel and wicked Mom who can blend in with all the other soccer Moms in the suburbs. But I make him play so he can meet other boys his age. Boys are so cute when they try to show how tough they are. The chain connecting his cuffed ankles to the collar around his neck would get pulled taunt and the boy would basically choke himself every time I zapped him. I zapped him for a second or two, stopped for four or five seconds then hit him with the stun gun again. I still felt like hurting the boy so I punched in the cigarette lighter and waited for it to get hot. Then I used a cigarette and a match book as a fuse and went back to my car. I just want you to stay strong and with it as long as possible slut. She'd let me watch while her slavewrestled the metal garbage can into his SUV and drove off with it. And I realized that this day, that these lastfew weeks in fact, had been inevitable. There's something so sensuous, so captivating, so god damned thrilling about holding a man's life in your hands and knowing that with just the tiniest bitof effort you can snuff him out as easily as you turn out a lamp. We left him there all weekend while we continued to slowly snuff out Daddy We were going to try and fit in as many of our snuff fantasies as possible with Dad in the time we had with him. Having a slave who runs an ambulance can be handy for girls like me and Mom.
A few turns on the clamp holding the fucking machine to the bench and the end of the dildo was lodged firmly against his ass hole. Mom was laughing here head off as Trish and I tortured the two men and tried to finger fuck each other at the same time.
I jammed three fingers up his ass and twisted and pinched so he'd draw up even more. jimmyslut's whole body pulled as far away from my hand as it could. So we tore some of the bedding up, busted up a chair and poured some of the cabins head down in the flames.
Mommy whips him and busts his balls and rams big fat rubber cocks up his ass so hard and so often he's usually too sore to practice much. And I loved the way his legs kicked and jerked when I shocked him. He was at risk of losing his scholarship if his grades didn't improve. They were both about drained and we were still fifteen minutes from my play space. Then I checked the truck to make sure I hadn't left any clues. He was looking up at me, his eyes dead, his skin all pale, his mouth distorted in a silent scream. Only then did I put on the jeans and blouse and sandals I'd brought with me. I went back to the plumber's truck and poured the gas over the dead man and splashed a bunch in the truck. I just knew that sometimes she'd take a newboy downstairs, some kid I'd never seen before and after a weekend of the mostwonderful male screams Mom would come up totally exhausted. Then she'd call one of her subbies and a couple hours later he'd come over to remove the 'trash' from the basement. Ever since we'dstarted sharing our favorite fantasies about the most fun was to snuff Daddymy Mom and I had gotten closer. Despite any misgivings she must have had about including a thirteen year oldgirl in a killing scene she had to know that I'd never would have forgiven herif she'd shut me out of this kind of fun. And that's what I like best about taking a boy's life. We hurt him some more just for fun then Mom chained him to the steel postin the basement.
It was fun watching his body contort and twist the way it did. He'd decided to use the long Thanksgiving weekend to hitch hike to see a girl he met at a party weeks ago. There's not much you can do to a boy while you're driving by yourself. I'd had two fully charged units when I stopped to pick Jimmy up. I made sure the smoldering tip of my Virginia Slim was nestled against his left testicle and returned the lighter to its slot in the dashboard."Well, that was fun. I don't mean the cigarette burning between your legs hon. So I poked the pipe around inside Charlie's dead body a dozen times. The plastic bag was clear and I could see his face while I went through his pockets. I put that bag in another plastic bag, tied it off then heaved the whole thing in the trunk. I suspected Mom had snuffed men before butshe'd never really said that. Snuffing my own father made itall that more intimate. Wedidn't hurt him like we were hurting Dad but we tortured that whimpylittle boy until he beggedus to stop.