15. marca 2008 4:46:09 CET
THE TORTURE OF A SLAVE
We had been talking on the phone for months.
He told me all about his most secret fantasies.
I made him wait and wait.
One late night, I gave him a call and told him to hurry to my dungeon.
I told him I felt like giving him a free session.
What a man will do for something free has always amazed me.
Anyway, he quickly jumped in his pants, found his car keys and raced down the highway.
Of course, he then ended up crawling at my door.
Door bell rings. I opened.
I could tell by the look on his face that he was stunned by the way I looked.
I was dressed in a Red leather outfit. It covered my whole body except for my nipples and my butt.
I teased him on purpose. Dropped a couple of objects on the floor.
He tried not to look at my ass, but like all weak men, he just couldn’t resist.
I ordered him to sit in a chair, I offered him a glass of wine, I joined him of course.
“Sessions are much more exciting with a little buzz.” I told him.
My servant served us a Pinot Noir, my favourite red wine.
Suddenly, the submissive fellow started looking a little pale.
“What’s a matter slave?” I questioned.
Are you felling a little dizzy?
Ralph: “ Yes I am. Why do you ask?”
Me: “ You seem a little pale that’s all.”
Ralph: “ Jesus! Did you put something in my drink?”
Me: “ Of course I did scum bag.”
Ralph: “ What!!! Are you, a fucking psycho?”
Me: “ You just made a big mistake by coming over here slave. Your parents never taught you to beware of strangers?”
Ralph: “ What the hell are you talking about? You advertised yourself as a Pro Domme right?.”
Me: “ Yes I did. What better way to attract victims?”
Ralph: “ Victims?? What do you mean victims?”
Me: “ Never mind slave, I can hardly hear you speak. Now! It’s bed time for you.
Good night slave, I will see you in the morning.”
The Next morning.
Me: “Good morning slave.”
SLAVE: “ Where am I?”
Me: “You are in my dungeon.”
SLAVE: “ But what am I doing here?”
Me: “ You do not remember slave?”
Slave: “ What the fuck are you talking about. What am I supposed to remember?”
Me: “I invited you for a session last night.”
Slave: “ Ok, yes, now it’s all coming back to me.”
Me: “Good”
Slave: “ But still, how did I end up down here. I must have passed out after drinking too much wine.”
Me: “No slave, it was not the wine. You’ve simply been drugged.”
Slave: “ Drugged!!! What the hell are you talking about. Are you telling me you put something in my drink on purpose?”
Me: “ That’s exactly what I am telling you pig face.”
SLAVE: But why did you do this bitch? I am getting out of here you damn psycho.
Me: “ Go ahead slave, just try to go.”
SLAVE: “ Very funny, you think you are strong enough to keep me here, you psycho bitch?”
Slave: “ Now get the hell out of my way or I will punch your face in. Hey! Wait! I can’t move, what did you do to me?”
Me: “You idiot. You did not think I would let you walk out of here just like that, did you? You are wearing an electromagnetic belt. It is keeping stuck to my special magnetic table and the belt is locked around your waist. So! Understand this, you are not going anywhere.”
SLAVE: “ Hey! Jesus Christ, let me go you whore, or I swear I will tell the police you have kidnapped me.”
Me: “ laughing loudly.”
Me: “You seriously don't think I will ever let you go, do you slave?
No way, you are never leaving this dungeon alive.”
Slave: “What the hell are you talking about, are you insane?
Me: “Yes, in fact, I am insane and you are stuck here in my dungeon with me. That is not a very good situation for you. Now open your mouth so I can shove this ball in there. I am tired of your stupid insults. They will only bring upon you more severe treatment.”
Slave: “Forget it you stupid slut, I am not opening my mouth”
Me: “ If you do not open that ugly mouth of yours slave, I will pour gas on you and burn you alive.”
Slave: “Fuck off bitch”
Me: “Have it your way, scum bag.”
I leave for a few minutes.
Slave: “Hey! What is that smell, what are you pouring on me?”
Me: “ Slave, I just told you I would burn you alive and I never make threats I can’t keep.”
Slave: “ Hey! Turn that match off Miss. Please Mistress, turn the match off. Please. I beg you, I will open my mouth now. Please do not burn me Miss.”
Me: “Now, that is much better. I knew you would eventually see it my way. Open up horse face.”
Slave opens his mouth for fear of toasting.
Slave is mumbling.
Me: “Oh shut up slave. I can’t hear you and anyway I don’t really want to either.”
Me: “ Now slave, you will be wrapped totally In plastic saran wrap. I will pierce a hole around your mouth and I will insert a tube in the ball I just shoved down your throat, so you can breath. Then, I will take a knife and cut the saran wrap around your toes.”
“You see slave, the toes are the best part of the body to inflict pain upon. The Japanese used to practice this method of torture during world war 2. They simply inserted little pieces of wood under the toe nails of prisoners. But what they did to their victims was nothing compared to what I will do to you.”
Me: “Slave! Look! This is a jigsaw. I will now use this to cut your pinkie toe. Oh, by the way, there is no use for safe words in my dungeon. This is my domain and I do as I please.”
As I turn on my jigsaw, I can tell by the eyes of my slave that he is terrified.
He is scared, no doubt about that, but maybe he just thinks deep inside that I am just trying to frighten him.
Oh well, if that is what he thinks, he is in for a big surprise.
Me: “ Here goes slave, take a deep breath and if you believe in God, this is a good time to send him a quick prayer”
ZZZZZZZZGRRRRZZZZGRZZZZZZZZZ
Oh my God, that was so cool. I looked right in his eyes as the blade of my jigsaw cut right through is flesh.”
Me: “WOW! You should have seen the look on your face slave. I thought you would die from an heart attack. What? You know I can’t hear you slave. What? Are you trying to tell me you are in pain or something ? Oh well, what else must you want to communicate if not your extreme pain?”
Me: “ Slave, no need for you to cry or for you to try to scream. I do not give a damn about your suffering. In fact, I am all excited by it and this is only the beginning of your punishment.”
Showing seriousness.
I have demonstrated to my slave that I mean business. The slave now knows he is in serious danger. If He had doubts in his mind, they have vanished. He will now know that when I say something, I will do it. This will be sort of a Pavlovian torture experiment. Just by saying I will hurt him, I will provoke immense fear in him and this will cause saliva to run from his mouth.”
Me: “Are those tears running from your eyes slave? WOW! You are not so brave anymore hey fellow? I bet you regret calling me a psycho bitch now, hey moose face?”
Me: “Come on you pussy. Stop crying. Take it like a man. Either way, you do not have any choice. Tears will not stop me from giving you pain.”
Me:“ Now! What the hell am I going to do with your pinkie toe?”
“I cannot throw this in the garbage, that would be evidence. Oh wait, maybe Fido my dog would eat it. I wonder if dogs like that kind of food? Oh well, only one way to find out. Here boy! Here Fido, come to your Mistress, she has a special treat for you. That’s it, smell it, yes, now eat Fido, yes that’s a good doggy.”
Me: “Well, well, I guess we learn something everyday. Dogs do like body parts after all.”
Me: “ Slave! You’re out of luck, no evidence will be found now.”
Me: “ I want to see you turn blue now slave, so I will just put this little plug in the tube. Now, maybe I will take it off after a few seconds or maybe I will just let you give up the ghost right now.”
I am installing the plug.
Me: “ Excuse me slave, I seem to have misplaced my favourite piece of torment instrument. Let me search for it while you are praying for air”
Me: “ I did mention that you would not leave here alive I hope? Sometimes I forget to say important stuff like that.”
Shame on me.
Me: “ Slave, you are turning blue way too quickly, I did not even find what I am looking for yet.”
I drop everything and run to take the plug out of the tube.
Me: “ Now, now slave, don’t die on me at this moment. I want to be able to play much longer. That’s it, take a deep breath. Yes, come on, take all the air you can slave, because the plug is going right back in now. Don’t shake your head like that. Why are you trying to say no to me. You should know by now that this Mistress does not care about what slaves want.”
Me: “ 1,2,3 plug time.”
Ok! Now, where did I place my favourite instrument. Oh finally, here it is.
Me: “ Jesus slave, you are turning blue again. Now let’s see if you will turn purple. Hey! did you ever see that movie slave? It’s a very good motion picture, It will always remind me of you from now on.”
I find My instrument.
Me: “ See this in my hands? It is called Vice Grips. Yap! My favourite torture instrument. You see slave, the cutting of your tiny toe was painful I suppose, but it’s neighbour must be pulled off now, not cut. I don’t know, I just heard it was much more painful this way, but I guess you will be the judge of that.”
Me thinking: Shit! I almost forgot, I must remember to take that damn plug out in time or I will lose him too quickly.
Me: “Go ahead slave, yes that’s right, breath, yes breath.
Me: “I think I am way too nice with you slave. I am spoiling you by giving you air.”
Me: “Ok! Let’s get down to business again. Toe number one is gone, now toe number two has got to disappear also. Now, let me just adjust the screw that make the Vice Grips tighter so that I can get a good solid hold on Mr. Toe.”
Me: “Ok, I think that should be good. Here we go again slave, now I must warn you, this will be so painful, you might faint. I do not want you to faint of course, so be a good boy and stay with me, don’t take my fun away.”
The pulling off of Mr. Toe #2 is in process. I can feel the slave is in agony. I know it’s crazy, but it is making me all wet. I am so excited. Just like described in the Pointer sisters song, get it?
Me:“ Jesus! Stop mumbling slave, I know it hurts but I do not really care. Shit! I never knew it could be that hard to pull a human part off. What’s in there slave, metal rods?”
Me: “ Ok! Here it comes slave, I feel it coming now.”
Wow! I was pulling so hard that I fell on my ass when the toe gave up resistance.
It reminds me when I was a child, I used the remove my teeth with this same instrument. Of course I didn‘t fall on my ass removing them, but playing with vice grips just reminded me of good memories. Here Fido, another treat for you.
Me: “ Now that toe #2 has been removed slave, I must leave you down here for a while. A couple of my girlfriends are coming over and we will be taking a few drinks. I do not know when I will be back down, so I hope you are not afraid of the dark slave because the lights must go off now. Slaves have to suffer in the dark you know. It will also help you reminisce on the good times for there will be no more of those for you. To later slave.”
Slave is left in the dark
Going upstairs to take a shower before my friends arrive. The water is caressing my body. I am so exited by what I have done to my victim, that I slowly and gently start rubbing my clit. OH! Yes! God damn YES! I am Cumming OOOOOH YES!
Oh, my God that was good. That torture session really turned me on.
Oh Shit, I must hurry, the girls will be in soon and here I am playing with myself, how selfish of me.
I really needed something to cool my down though, I was way too excited. I could have cut that slave to pieces in a few minutes. I really must control my emotions. I also must learn to make my pleasure last longer. Two toes removed was exaggerated, I must take my time.
Door bell rings.
Me: “ Hello girls. I am so glad you could come. You know how I hate to be alone for the weekends. Plus I have a nice treat for you girls.”
Natasha: “ Don’t tell me you were able to catch another victim?”
Me: “ Of course I was, men are so easy to trap. We can manipulate them like puppets when they are horny.
Shirley: “ Yap, you’ve got that right, they are all the same. Even Bill Clinton could not resist sex. He almost sacrificed his whole career for a piece of ass. All weak.”
Marry: “ Yap, I don’t know why they did not throw his ass in jail.”
Natasha: “ So Jessica, are we going to get to torture your victim this weekend? You know we like to have fun also.”
Me: “ What do you think girls? Did I ever let you down before? What do you think weekends are for anyway?”
Lucy: “ Oh Jessica, you are so cool. When can we start?”
Me: “ Slow down girls, calm down. Let’s let that piece of shit suffer down there for a while. Now, lets have some Champagne.”
Lucy: “ I have a feeling that you already started having fun without us.”
Me: “ Ok, Ok, I must admit, I could not control myself.”
Shirley: “ What did you do to him?”
Me: “ Well girls, I kind have got carried away. I removed two of his toes.”
Marry: “ What! What do you mean you removed his toes?
Me: “ I mean I cut off his toe off and pulled the other one off with a pair of vice grips.”
All the girls shout, Jesus!
Natasha: “ Ok Jess, you are pulling my leg right? I thought I was the most sadistic one of us.”
Me: “ Not this time Natasha. I wanted to compete with you.
Natasha: “ Are you going fucking crazy on us?”
Me: “ I don’t think so, I just wanted a little fun. That’s all.”
Me: “ Sorry girls, now let’s celebrate the capture of another male victim”
All the girls together shouted…….“Yes to female power”
After about two hours of drinking, Shirley says she needs to pee and starts walking towards the washroom.
Me: “ Shirley wait!” I shouted. “ I need to pee also.”
Suddenly, the girl all look at each other.
Marry: “ Are you girls thinking what I am thinking?”
Shirley: “ Yes I think what Jessica is trying to say is, she wants all of us to give that piece of crap downstairs a little golden nectar?”
Me: “ Oh girls, it never fails, you could always read my mind, and yes, that is what I want. Let’s all go downstairs and give him a golden shower he will always remember. He has been there for a while, he must be very dehydrated.”
Natasha: “ I want to pee in his mouth first.”
Me: “ Ok girl, why not?”
Me: “Let’s go meet our victim.”
All of us head downstairs.
Me: “ Slave, I would like you to meet my friends. Marry, Natasha, Shirley and Lucy. No there are not here to save you. In fact, they are just as sadistic as I am. Well no, that’s not true, Natasha is worse than all of us.”
Me: “ Girls, I would like you to meet pig face. Or, sometimes I call him moose face, but let’s call him scum bag for now. Anyway, look how stupid he looks all wrapped in saran wrap. What an idiot, what kind of man goes for a bdsm session without having done a background check on the Mistress first?”
Me: “ But that is what brainless males do when they are horny. You can’t imagine how many horny dick heads I have sent to the other world.”
Me: “ Look girls, how this dummy looks with only 8 toes. He does not look so macho anymore hey?”
Me: “ Now girls, you should all greet this piece of crap by spitting on his ugly face.”
The girls are taking turns spitting in his face
Me: “ Yes that’s it girls, give it to him.”
Me: “ You are lucky slave, we all needed to pee and fortunately, we thought about you all dehydrated down here. So now I will take that ball out of your mouth and we will take turns pissing in that toilet mouth of yours.”
Me: “ Ok Natasha, he’s all yours. Put those panties down and let him have it. Yes! That’s it, squat over his mouth so that not one drop of your golden nectar is lost.”
Me: “ Now slave, you have seen what I can do right? So, you better drink all of her piss or the chainsaw is coming out of my barn. Get it?”
Slave: “ Yes Mistress, I understand now Mistress. Please don’t use a chainsaw on me Miss, please I beg of you. I will drink all the urine you want Mistress Jessica.”
Me: “ Good boy, that is much better slave. I love my slaves when they are so obedient. Of course obedience will not save you from going to visit your maker soon, but it will save you from meeting Mr. chainsaw.”
Natasha: “ Oh, come on Jessica, don’t tell me you will not use the chainsaw on him?
Me: “ Relax Natasha. For now let’s not be too hard on him. I want our pleasure to last a while. We will see about the chainsaw later.”
Natasha: “ Jessica! You are becoming soft.”
Me: “ I guess I am hey, but come on now Natasha, give it to him.”
Me: “ Oh, look at him drink, he looks just like a thirsty dog. It’s strange how slaves can be persuaded to do something they do not want to do. If only people would learn from the past. That is how rulers ruled the masses for thousands of years. Torture! Show your subjects you mean business and bingo, you get very obedient marching puppies.”
Lucy: “ Oh Jessica, you are my hero. You should not only be the leader of the bdsm underground, you should truly be ruler of this planet.”
Me: “ I am working on it dear.”
Natasha has finished pissing in slave’s toilet mouth. She is now spitting all over is face and in his mouth. She is also slapping is face so hard, his head almost wants to disconnect from his body.
Me: “Natasha! Control yourself. Don’t send him to hell right now, the other girls wants to use his mouth also. I also want my pleasure to last more than a day.”
Natasha: “ Sorry Jessica. You know me, you know how excited I get when I have an helpless victim at my disposal.”
Me: “ Oh, believe me, we all know you very well. If policemen were not patrolling our streets, not too many men would be safe with you around. Sometimes I think you should be locked up, but what would a session be like without you?”
Natasha: “ Locked up! Are you serious girl?”
Me: “ Ah, ah, ah. I knew that would piss you off, I was only joking. You know how I admire sadistic females. They turn me on.”
Lucy: “ Ok, now it’s my turn.”
Slave was very obedient, he drank all our golden juices and did not lose a drop. We all took turns at spitting in his pig face and I told slave boy that the ball has got to go back in his mouth while we go back upstairs for more drinks. But this time, I place the tube through the small hole in the center of the ball, but I add an extension to it, which reduces the intake of air, making it a little more difficult to breath.
Me: “ Ok slave, we will leave you to yourself again. Hope you enjoyed our little treat. Come on girls, let’s go.
Lights go out and we go back upstairs.
Me: “Ok girls, let’s open another bottle of Champagne and discuss what we will do with that piece of shit downstairs. Natasha! Any ideas ?”
Natasha: “ Well of course I do, you know me. But before I go on revealing my devious methods of torture, I must say that I brought a sanding machine with me, it’s in my car, give me a minute, I will go get it and tell you what we can do with it.”
Natasha leaves to get her sanding machine.
Lucy: “ I wonder what she plans to do with a sanding machine? I don’t think she wants to sand your floors with it. I hope she does not plan to use it on the shit head downstairs.”
Me: “ Yap, she probably does, you know her, she’s a born butcher.”
Natasha walks back in with sanding machine.
Lucy: “ Natasha, did you start your own renovation business or is that your new torture instrument?”
Natasha: “ Very funny girls. The only thing that will be renovated here is pig face downstairs.”
Marry: “ You plan to use that on pig face?”
The plan.
Natasha: “ Just watch me.”
Me: “ Ok girls, let’s discuss the slave’s fate.”
Lucy: “ I think you should go on with the cutting of his toes, but you should take off only one a day. Once they are all removed, we could start real torture on him.”
Me: “ Girls! Do you agree with Lucy?”
All the girl shout “ YES” at the same time, but Natasha has her hand up waiting for permission to speak.
Me: “ Go on my sadistic Natasha. Speak your mind.”
Natasha: “ Yes I agree with the other girls, one toe a day. That is fine, we must extend our pleasure. We must keep him alive long enough to prolong our excitement. But before we take another one of his toes off, I would like Jessica to let me use this sanding machine on his feet. It will take off all the skin off them, he will feel as if he has been burned with fire.”
Me: “ That is a great idea Natasha. I wonder why I never thought of a sanding machine. We could also pass the machine on his hands. After using an hammer on each finger of course.”
Natasha: “ Ok! Agreed! The first chapter of our scenario will than be the sanding of his hands and feet. In addition, we break all his fingers with an hammer.”
Me: “ Ok Natasha, you are right, we must have a plan of torture. All the pain we will inflict on him must be written down as a script and must be followed to the letter.. Natasha, you are the most sadistic one of us all, so you could be the one in charged of creativity.”
Natasha: “ WOW! Thanks Jess, that is a great honour for me. I feel as if I am part of showbiz now.”
Lucy: “ Well, actually, you are kind of in the entertainment business now, what you write down will entertain and amuse us. I am already all excited by the fact that we will be sanding his skin off. You have a great mind girl.”
Marry: “ Yap! Maybe she will receive a phone call from Hollywood.”
Shirley: “ Yap! That would be nice. Maybe we could all be stars in her first production.”
Me: “ Girls, let’s not get carried away dreaming. We must concentrate on our plan of action.
Marry: “ Jess, do you have some more Champagne? I really need something to cool me down.”
Me: “ Sure honey, my wine cellar is full of Champagne, just help yourself and bring 4 other bottles up here sweetheart.”
Me: “ Ok! Now let’s get back to the subject of moose face. So! Everyone agrees that all his toes must be removed and the sanding machine must be used on him also. I love it. Any other ideas?”
Natasha: “ Yes I do. After the sanding machine has peeled his skin off, we should let him take back his strength for one whole night and the next day, we should put him asleep so we could switch him to the cross. If we do not put him asleep completely, he could rebel and who knows what can happen.”
“Now that he knows we mean business, he will truly try to escape, so we must take all the precautions needed. Once he has been transferred to the cross, we could wait till he awakes and then show him the long nail we will crucify him with.”
Me: “WOW! Natasha, are you telling me you want to crucify him just like Jesus was crucified?”
Natasha: “ Yap! That would be so cool, we would be recreating history.”
Me: “Girls, What do you all think of this?”
All the girls shout…………. Let’s crucify the bastard.
Me: “ Ok! Natasha, write that down in chapter two. The crucifixion of a slave.”
Lucy: “ SO LET IT BE WRITTEN……..SO LET IT BO DONE.”
Me: “ Yes Pharaoh.”
Me: “ So moose face will be nailed to a cross, how long should we keep him up there?”
Natasha: “ I guess about 3 hours, I heard that crucifixion is very horrible and we do not want to send our victim to the other side too quickly.”
Me: “ That makes sense, but we must not forget to cut one toe a day no matter what other ideas we add to our script.”
Me: “ Come on you guys, you did not really think I would forget to pay attention to his little toes, did you?”
Me: “But girls, I must interrupt this program for some important news.”
Me: “ Girls, I must be honest, I’ve been keeping a secret from all of you and it‘s killing me, I now feel it is the right moment for a very dark confession. I will now reveal a very tragic episode of my past. But I will only divulge this in front of scum bag downstairs.
Natasha: “ Jessica! What the hell are you talking about? You have been keeping a secret from us and you prefer coming clean in front of a pure stranger. You’ve made me very angry. Why don’t you just disclose of the past right now to your best of friends, in privacy?”
The other girls: “Hey! She’s right. What is wrong with you Jessica?”
Me: “ Relax, relax girls. The victim suffering in my basement is not really a stranger. Well, he is in a sense, but he isn’t at the same time.”
Natasha: “ OK Jessica, now you are really freaking me out. What the hell is happening to you, are you drunk?”
Me: “ Well! Of course I am drunk, but that has nothing to do with what I am trying to communicate at this moment.”
Marry, Shirley, Lucy, Natasha: All say at the same exact moment “ I’m Lost”
Being aware they spoke at the same time, all of them start giggling.
Me: “ Let’s just say that I know pig face downstairs, but he does not know me. Well, no that’s wrong also. He does know me. He just doesn’t remember me.”
Natasha: “ I give up Jessica, you are way to drunk to discuss anything right now.”
Me: “Girls, you are all starting to piss me off, I am not that drunk. Just follow me downstairs and all will be very clear in minutes”
The girls and I head for the basement.
Me: “Hey! Shit breath. Before we go on inflicting extreme pain to your body and mind, there is a very important part of my past that must be disclosed in front of my friends. Since you are part of the scenario about to be revealed , I thought best to have this little meeting with you present. I also want to see your face when your ears transmits the information to your brain.”
Me: “ You see girls, up to date, all our victims were real male scum bags. Most of them were very powerful men, bosses of large companies and corporations. They had a history of taking advantage of their secretaries. Some would only employ females if they could get blow jobs out of them. Others got very rich using a multitude of females workers and paying them close to nothing.”
Me: “ Yes, we fought for all these poor girls that were helpless, but by using blackmail on many of these devils, we were able to drain them out of their fortunes and give good educations to many girls that now run femdom dungeons, or became themselves managers of the same corporation that used them in the first place.”
“We were able to reverse the roles in the real world. We even sold big powerful men to foreign slave dealers and we never heard from these losers again.”
Me: Yes girls, we were amazing. An invisible femdom justice force. But this pig lying on my torture table is very special to me. He will be dealt with much more severely than all his predecessors. You see girls, 14 years ago, I was just 13. My older sister Ruby and I, went for a walk outside.
My sister was super gorgeous and also very nice to every human. She was the most popular girl in our town. It was very hard to go for a walk without meeting some of her friends. All the guys wanted to date her, but she wanted to dedicate her life to Jesus. Mother Theresa was her idol and she wanted to follow in her footsteps. So! No Men for her.
On the specific date I am talking about, we had barely walked a block and we came face to face with Carol and Tracy. They were my sisters two best friends. They told my sister that a huge mansion was under construction about 3 miles away and that they were going to visit the site.
Carol and Tracy suggested: “Care to join us girls.”
My sister: “ Yap sure, I love architecture. Let’s go see how they build palaces. We can’t really see how they were planned once they are all finished. I want to see how they line up those 2x4’s.”
It was September 23. It was 8 in the evening. It was getting dark. I listened to the girls chat. Carol was telling my sister that she had heard the house was supposed to be finished in July, but the builder did not realized how time consuming this project was.
The site was in the middle of nowhere. The owner had purchased a 50 acres piece of land and the manor was being built right in the center. It was a beautiful night. We could see the stars right through the unfinished roof. Carol and Tracy had brought candles and placed them in a circle on the ground, then took out a blanket and sat on it in a sort of Yoga position.
Carol took a few beers out of a cooler and my sister just looked at her stunned. Obviously, she must of ignored her friends enjoyed beer, for she spent so much energy preached against the evil potion number 9.
My sister had been studying every sheet of plywood, every 2x4, 2x6 for about an hour, while Carol and Tracy were just getting smashed. Suddenly! We all heard a cracking noise.
“What was that?” Whispered Carol.
“Keep quiet!” Replied Tracy.
We all stood still like statues for about 5 minutes. Like hunters, we used our ears like radars to capture even the slightest snapping of a branch.
My sister: “ Relax girls, it must just be a friendly cat spying on us. You know how cats are snoopy?”
Carol: “You must be right girl, the beer seems to be making us paranoid.”
But as soon as she finished pronouncing those words, a bunch a guys just jumped out of nowhere and suddenly, the girls and myself felt very sharp blade under our necks. Then! This ugly face walks out of the dark. He seemed to be the leader of the gang. I can still see the light from the candles reflecting in his Machiavellian eyes.
He looked my sister right in the eyes and said: “ So you want to be friends with Jesus, hey girl? Well I hope Jesus loves you enough to come and save you right now, because I have been craving to fuck you for the past two years and you just gave me the opportunity to do so by coming on this site in the middle of nowhere. Who can save you now, who will hear your screams bitch?”
I can still remember the fear in my sisters eyes. Then the evil bastard shouted: “I will rape this religious bitch first, then the other whores and when I am finished, you can all take turns on them."
I knew we were in real danger and the only thing I could think of at that moment was how the hell can I get out of this mess. No man is going to rape me, I thought.
I looked around and saw a nail sticking out of a sheet of plywood lying on the ground.
I must have learned quickly from all the Kung Fu movies I watched growing up or maybe I was just a born fighter, but whatever it was, it got me in action. I kicked the guy holding the blade under my neck on the toes, it hurt him so much that he dropped his knife, then I kicked him in the balls and pushed him towards the nail sticking out of the plywood.
WOW! Poor guy, having kicked him in the balls made him fall on the nail back first.
It all happened so fast and got me running as fast as a road runner.
The escape.
I cannot tell you how many guys were running after me, I guess about three of them. My ears identified branches snapping from different locations, which forced a strategy of zigzag diversion on me. I could tell my hunters were falling face down on the ground. Strange, it is just as if we have a six sense when we are in that kind of situation.
I must of been running pretty damn fast, because they never caught me. But I figure that when one is concerned with their own survival, they move like lightning. When I look back on it now, I even think I was just floating in the air. Who knows, maybe Angels came and rescued me that night.
I realized I was not hunted anymore when I noticed the snapping of branches had stopped. In reaction, I decreased my pace and reduced to walking. I used my ears as radars again, waiting for a sound that would have thrust me back in action, but no such noises ever came.
I sat on the ground with my back to a tree. I was terrified and trembling. I did not know what to do anymore. My plan was to go back to town and get some help, but I did not want to leave my sister to these monsters and I was not sure I could find my way back to town anyway.
The Return
But maybe I could sneak back to the construction site and help in some way. Yap! I know, that was not the brightest idea but at that moment it just seemed like the right thing to do. I knew I was getting close to my destination when I heard screams of crying teenagers. All the girls were tied to 2x4’s completely naked while the guys poured beer over their heads and bodies.
Two guys were sucking on Tracy’s breast, stopping once in a while to slap her face and call her a bitch. Another guy was getting a hard on by choking Carol till she turned blue then released the grip for a few minutes and started over again.
Little fuckers! If only I had a gun, I would shoot them all: I thought.
My sister was tied alone in another part of the construction site, she was also naked and they seemed to be keeping her for desert. Two guys were guarding her but by what I could see, they were only caressing her breast.
My actions were paralyzed by fear, I felt guilty for not intervening. I juggled hundreds of scenarios in my head. All of them good plans of attack, but the scripts I created seem to all lead to my death. I could tell these guys were completely nuts and that this would get ugly. Sadly, I thought, the morgue would soon probably be the new homes of these girl’s bodies.
They untied Tracy and Carol and ordered them to get on all fours. The leader of the gang took out a machete and said in a very loud voice: “ You see this blade you fucking bitches? It is very sharp and now, we will all take turns fucking your tight little asses and if one of you moves just an inch, I will cut her breast off with my blade. Do you understand you little whores?”
The girls were crying like little babies while one after the other shoved his cock in their beautiful temples. Tears came down my eyes as I was feeling their pain. After 4 guys had fucked Tracy in the ass, she bit the runner up and started to run, I guess this time they figured they would not lose another witness and one of them pulled out a gun and shot her in the back.
Holy shit I thought!
These fuckers are mental, what will they do to my sister if she is kept for desert. Most of these ass-holes hate Jesus lovers, so they will probably be even rougher on her. By now Carol was begging them to stop, her crying had turned into a scene from a slaughterhouse. You know! The same behaviour of an animal before he gets butchered. Sad, so sad.
I guess she could not take the torture any more either, for she kick her rapist in the nuts and headed for the woods, probably hoping to get shot in the back like her friend to escape her tormenters. Well! She got what she hoped for, bang, bang and another one bites the dust.
“Go bury those fucking whores” :Shouted the leader to his subjects.
He had just finished pronouncing these words as he started walking towards my sister’s direction. Oh! My God. I was crying like a baby. Begging God to spare my sister. But it seems God was busy that night.
I guess they did not want to have to shoot my sister in the back like they did to her friends, so one of the gangsters found some tools in the unfinished garage and he had built A wooden pony. My sister was to be tied on this wooden torture instrument, in a position that exposed her ass to every member of the band. She was tied like a chicken is tied to the rod in a BBQ oven.
Mister psycho started to rape my sister so severely, I am surprised she did not die from the rape alone. One after they other, they penetrated her virgin innocent behind. As one was pumping his hard muscle in her body, another was spitting on her and another was cutting her flesh up and down.
They were screaming insults at her. “ You are just a whore! You little Jesus lover”
“Let’s see if Jesus comes to save you now”
“ You never planned to have a cock up your ass, hey whore?”
“ You thought you would save it for God hey slut?
“ Well I am God tonight”
OK! You get the picture right?
Suddenly this piece of shit I have tied up in my basement right now, who was the leader of the bunch, took out is machete and cut her head off.
Sorry girls, I just can’t continue describing this scene anymore.
Jessica is crying.
The girls take turns taking Jessica in their arms.
It’s alright Jess. It’s over now. Everything will be alright. Why in the hell have you kept this to yourself all those years? You must have been suffering so profoundly?
30 minutes go by and Jess is still crying. You all know what happens when tears drop from a girls eyes right? Well, if you watched Oprah a few times, you should know that tears are contagious. That’s right. They’re all drowning in tears right now.
Sniff, sniff. Tissue. Sniff, sniff. Tissue. Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff
Natasha: “Oh my God is that scum bag ever going to get it now. I knew you were sadistic Jess, but I never saw you cut toes off before. I was kind of puzzled. I am usually the crazy bitch.”
Jessica: “ Sniff, oh, he will get it alright. This will be recorded in history as the worse treatment ever done to a human being. We will bury him with a documentation of the torture he endured.”
As all this was being revealed to the girls, Jessica was looking right in the eyes of the slave who was now remembering the past. By the continuous extreme trembling of the slave, she could tell that fear spawned in him was very intense.
If Mr. Rapist thought that was kidding about not letting him leave my dungeon alive, all of his doubts and vanished. I guess by is trembling I could grasp a total surrender on his part. That’s right! He had given up on life. All hope departed. He had witness and suffered human parts removal, so he knew that I always keep my word.
I am pretty sure he was imagining himself in a coffin with a manuscript of his guilt and a description of the agony he went through.
Me: “ Ok I think I am alright now. I will go on with my story.”
Natasha: “ Oh! Jess, are you sure you want to do this? We get the picture you know, stop torturing yourself.
Me: “It’s ok girls, I must go on, for keeping this inside has hurt me more than you think.”
Me: “Here we go again. When this asshole struck my sister’s neck with his machete. When I saw my sister’s head roll on the ground, I just started to run and run and run. I did not even know where I was going. Instead of heading towards my home, I just got lost in the woods.”
Me: “ I was so petrified. All my life I had been scared of the dark. Now, not only was I sickened by the events I had observed, I was horrified by wild animals, so I had to face two of my great apprehensions.”
Me: “I was so tired, my legs could not support me anymore, so no matter how jolted I was, I simply collapsed to the ground. I struggled to stay awake, but somehow, I fell asleep. I woke up next morning with both my legs. Thank God! I thought that since daylight was my guide, I could probably find my way back home. But the more I walked, the more I got deeper in the forest. Time seemed to be absent, while my brain had set in motion the scenes I had witnessed, which were repeating themselves like skipping reels on a projector. As much as I fought to switch my mind on better memories, terror took a hold on me again and soon the darkness was back.”
Me: “I spent another night in the haunted woodland. I was crying until my well of tears ran dry. I guess even fear cannot prevent a shaking body from dosing off, for the sunshine caressing my face again, told me it was another morning. I walked about another mile before I hit a road that day. Fortunately, it took about only one hour before a car drives by.”
“As soon as I heard the wheels rolling on the pavement, I turned around and jumped in the middle of the road with my hands up in the air. The drived slammed on the brakes in an effort to avoid me.”
Me: “ Please! Please! Sir, help me, help me please.”
Driver rushes out of car.
Driver: “Jesus, you’re the young girl the cops are looking for. Poor you child, poor you. Come-on get in, let me drive you to an hospital.”
I must have been exhausted or in shock, for I seemed to have passed out after being in the vehicle for just a few minutes.
I woke up in an hospital room. I thought I was dreaming, for when I opened my eyes, I saw a sort of blurred image of my mother. My vision improved after a few minutes and I realized that I had not been dreaming at all.
Mother: “ Oh! My God, Jessica, I thought you would never wake up. What in the hell happen to you? Where have you been? Where is yor sister?”
Me: “Oh Jesus! Mom, calm down, You better sit down Mom, what I have to say is terrible.”
Mother: “Oh No! Jess, please do not tell me something happened to Ruby?”
Mother starts to scream and cry. She is hysterical.
Me: “ Mom please calm down, it is very, very bad news and it is very hard for me to believe that this is not just a bad nightmare.”
I start to cry also. But finaly I fing the courage to speak.
Me: “ Mom! Ruby, Carol and Tracy have been murdered.”
Mother: “ Noooooooo, Nooooooooooo”
Mother falls to the floor and begins hitting it very hard with her fists. Two nurses rushed to my room and dragged her out of there, gave her an injection and placed her in another room.
The nurses walked back in my room and told me my mother had been sedated.
Nurse Kelly: “ Please tells us what caused your mother to become so hysterical”
Me: “ I just announced her my sister was murdered with two of her friends.”
Nurse Kelly: “ Oh my God! Child, dear God where? When? Who could have done this?”
Me: “ Please, could you just give me a sleeping pill please, I just want to sleep right now ok?”
Nurse Kelly: “Sure my child, I understand with what you have been through. We will give you medication and let you rest for awhile. But before we leave you alone, I must tell you that I have to inform the police about your sister, they are still looking for her, you know.”
Me: “ Oh! Shit, that’s right, I forgot the police were still searching. Yes, Please notify them at once.”
Nurse Kelly: “ Ok! Dear, let me handle all this, now get some rest. A very good psychologist will come and see you when you awake ok?”
Me: “ I don’t really want to talk about this you know.”
Nurse kelly: “ I understand, have some rest now.”
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