Law and Order - Alternate End for ADA Borgia

 

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            Law and Order - Alternate Ending for ADA Borgia

            She was an ADA, assistant district attorney in a popular crime series TV program and she was killed off for a season finale. She had been badly beaten and gagged and aspirated on her own vomit, (defined as the taking of foreign matter into the lungs with the respiratory current) and was found bound in the trunk of a car, all bloody and bruised but fully dressed. What a fucking opportunity the screen writers missed for a really dramatic scripting for her demise. Here is a revised version of how it should have played out had the network and writers had more imagination and nerve.

            She was the target of two small time hoods who she had tenaciously pursued and was seeking to prosecute. They had higher up connections, including a crooked cop, and they were putting pressure on the thugs to eliminate the problem of her and her crusade. They had blitzed her in her apartment, when she arrived home from work, late at night, and had succeeded in taping her mouth and binding her hands behind her back and she was on her way in the rear seat of a stolen car to an unknown destination, with a bag over her head. They had arrived and now these two low-lifes, one described as male black, early thirties, named Leroy (stereotypical black name), a petty, small time wannabe but with a vicious mean streak, and male white, named Duane, (stereotypical low-life white name) mid thirties, with a considerably more developed rap sheet and a pronounced proclivity for violence and a history for sadistic, gratuitous, aggression towards women.

            He liked to hurt them. He loved making them squirm.
            They were the prime suspects in a particularly nasty upscale home invasion, where not just the mother was bound and raped repeatedly by both of them and murdered, but her private-school daughter, who was home for the holidays and had never known anything but the best, was also and it could only be assumed while her mother was forced to watch.

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          From her injuries, which were grievous, she looked like she had fought all the harder to spare her child the same fate. The mutilations were so heinous, the cops left the details out of the public reports. They were ultimately murdered by plastic bags over their heads and by the condensation inside were alive when the bags were put on and it would have taken three to four minutes of terror for them to die and this after the rupturing and tearing the kid had already endured. Her tiny nipples, one had been slashed through to the bone and the other was bitten off and missing as was one of her mother's tits gone too. Duane wasn't sure even her husband knew since he was two days getting back from over seas.

            But she knew. Fucking right she knew and now Borgia was bound and in their clutches.

            She just didn't know who they were yet.
            ADA, Alexandra Borgia, was a looker and was always considered the smartest in the room despite her beauty and reserved manner. She was physically steel-tough from working out and from some Police training but looked all feminine. She was turning thirty in a few weeks and weighed about a hundred and thirty-five pounds and was about five foot eight. (Her staff had a big surprise party planned for her. So did they.) Her figure was trim, svelte and there was no denying she was genuinely sexy, hot, but in an understated, alluring manner. She was not brassy but was confident and could appear arrogant, self-assured and as an ADA considered herself a strong force, a strong woman, to be reckoned with.

            She just hadn't reckoned on their force.

            They had her now on the upper floor of an old warehouse building, at the docks, and were running with her, one holding her under each arm, half dragging her, directly towards a steel frame bed in the corner. Duane was hooting and hollering.
            'Come on baby. Run. Run baby run.'
            He was leading the raucous charge and well loved what he was up to and couldn't wait to get started, to get at her under her clothes.

 

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                Alexandra's feet sometimes touched the ground and sometimes she was being carried, swept along, like by an evil current. She was being propelled and they threw her face down onto the bed and she bounced back up and off and onto the floor beside the end of the bed. Duane grabbed her roughly from behind, under the armpits, and lifted and threw her back onto it.
            'Whoo Wee. Yah hoo. Bounce baby. Bounce.'
                He pushed her face down so her ass was up. He was starting to harden. He leaned, sort of laid over her so he was against her leg and she knew exactly what it was. He gyrated against her two or three rubs. He was running his hand along her body and then twisted her head to the side and pulled the hood off and then the tape from her mouth.

            Her heart froze when she saw it was them.
            'Don't you touch me. Stop it. I'm an ADA, an officer of the court, of the justice system. You stop this at once.'
            'You don't say lady, lady ADA Borgia, Alexandra Borgia. You think we just picked you for your snotty looks, your arrogant bitch attitudes? You think we don't know who you are and that you've been working behind the scenes trying to give us a fucking hard time? Putting the heat on. Trying to put us away. And you seem to enjoy it. Now we're going to give you a hard time and see how much you enjoy it. You think you'll enjoy it?' Duane mocked her.
            'Stop this. This is an outrage.'
            'Not yet baby. When I start enjoying it, then you'll see what's an outrage. What do you think Leroy?'

            'I think the bitch needs it. She's made it bad for us so she deserves it.'
            'You're fucking right, buddy. Fucking right.'
            'You leave me alone', she ordered, 'this is a police matter.'
            She was still trying to stay strong and not act scared; like somehow she had some control.

 

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          Duane looked her right in the face, 'But it's going to be a cunt matter. A cunt matter bitch. Your cunt and you're a cunt bitch, our cunt bitch. What do you think of that? -- What do you think of that Leroy? I just called this ADA, an officer of the court a cunt bitch, what do you think of that?'
            'Go man. Go for it. Fucking white meat. Looks good.'
            While Duane led the way, Leroy was getting into the smell of her fear also now. They both were getting hungrier for it.

            They could smell her sex.
            'Stop it. This isn't right. I'm just doing my job and you were breaking the law, the laws of..'
            'Yeah, and we're just doing our job now. Your crooked cop friend said to eliminate the problem and to send a message to your boss, so we're working now, we're working now too, and you're our assignment. Your fucking cunt's our job.' Duane replied.
                'Yeah, we're working, working you over. Fucking cunt bitch. Do you think she's ever been called that before?'
            'Right on. You got it right.' Duane replied.
            'You were asking me what do I think? You're right, I don't think she's ever been called that before to her face, to her fucking cunt. But fucking well should be. Yeah fucking well.' Leroy emphasized the point.
            'I'm a court officer. I demand that you let me go. He's not my friend. I'm trying to proceed with prosecuting him, bringing him to justice also, so I demand you let go of me.'
            'Oh she demands. What do you think of her demands?' Duane replied.
            'Listen to her so used to being in charge. So used to pushing the little guys around. Let's push her around.' He continued.
            'Give it to her.' Leroy said. 'Fucking show her.'
           
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                With that Duane grabbed her by the hair and pulled her full by it up and over the bottom of the bed stead which was about a foot higher than the mattress. She had to arch backwards, across, her wrists still bound behind her back before she started to fall to the floor and he elbowed her in the gut. She curled forward, gasping for breath as she crashed to the floor, now in a squirming heap, her business suit all askew, skirt up to her thigh and silk blouse pulled and ripped sideways.
            'Good shot. Good one. Geeze, what do you think of that? Look at that. Fucking sweet. I want some prime white meat. I want to fucking chew on her.' Leroy said. 'Chew. Chew. Chew.'

            Now she was hurt but not seriously but it represented what their willingness was and she was getting scared. ADA or not, they still could beat her to death or make her body a broken mess.
            Duane cut her Chanel jacket off, slitting it up the back and through each sleeve. She'd paid over a thousand dollars for it alone and he destroyed it like it was a Wal-Mart special. She liked good clothes and it bothered her, but just for a moment. He then grabbed her by one arm, lifted her and began swinging her in a circle, three of four times around and then let her fly, like a rag doll.
                She lost her balance immediately and tumbled to the floor then slid along feet first pushing her skirt right up above her hips. She had on a cotton slip, pantyhose and silk white briefs. Her high heels had flown off too.
            'Do you see what I see?' (Just like in the song.) Leroy said.
            'Fucking right. Fucking great. Look at that sweet white patch. Fucking silk too, I think.'
            She knew only too well they were focused on her vagina and wished she could keep it hidden. (Was better off without it.)

            Alexandra had barely stopped sliding and Duane was over top of her. He grabbed onto her six hundred dollar matching skirt with two hands and said,
            'Guess you won't be needing this.' as he ripped it away.

 

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          'You bastard. Stop it. Leave me alone.'
            'Leave you alone. We're just getting started. The fun's just beginning. You must be kiding.' Duane laughed.
            She was turning and kicking wildly and Duane was having trouble controlling her by himself.
            'Get over here and grab her ankles.' He said.
            Leroy tried to grab her flailing legs a couple of times and didn't have any luck so he drew back and kicked her hard in the muscle above her knee, to the side. She screamed out and he dropped down and pinned her ankles with both his hands.
            'That's better. Fucking bitch. Want me to kick you again?'
            'Stop hitting me. Don't kick me.'
            'Please.' Duane said. 'Say, please don't kick me.'
            She looked defiant. She wasn't about to beg to either of these low-lifes and raised her chin in a show of (foolish) strength and bravery. They wanted to smash her displays of humanity. Her attempts to assert her rights. Her looks and body made her garbage and her attitudes and accomplishments made her shit.
            'You're going to pay for this. You'll see. The authorities will..'

            'Shut up. Shut the fuck up. I'm the authority. You got that? We're the authorities and it's you who's going to pay.'
            With that Duane raised her a little off the ground and drove her with his fist in her back shoulder. She cried out again and he pushed her full forward so she was face down on the floor.

            He got up and then got right down and wrapped his arm at the elbow around her throat from the back and stood up with her, pretty well strangling her. He gripped on to her hair with his other hand. He squeezed tighter and she was about to pass out. He let off just enough for her to breath. He pressed his head to the side of hers.
            'Good buddy. Like we said, this one's yours first. Do the honors.'
            'That's what I like, a man of his word.' Leroy replied.

 

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            He faced her and knelt down in front of her. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her slip down slowly. She wanted to fight but when she did, Duane choked her harder so she'd almost pass out. She didn't want to because who knew then what they might do to her? Or if she'd ever wake up?

            'That's the girl. That's the cunt. Come to Papa. Mmmm. Sweet.' (He was learning to talk like Duane whom he considered smarter and a role model for himself and all serious women haters.)

            'He continued and was pulling her pantyhose down now. Her bare thighs trembled. Her white silk were now in front of him. It was slightly transparent and her bush was showing through a bit along with the contours of her labia. She hadn't waxed for awhile and that showed too.

            'Fuck man. Fuck. Fuck. You wouldn't believe this bitch. I mean fuck. Do we have to kill her? Can't we just keep her? And keep fucking her? Take a look for youself. She's as sweet as the kid. I mean she's like a fucking movie star, really beautiful. Not like those skanks we get at the bars. How often do you get to chew on a cunt like this? To prick stick something this fine? Take a look for yourself.'

            Duane gave her neck an extra hard choke and let her drop hard to the floor. She was still coughing, gasping for air trying to get her breath. He grabbed her hair and banged her head on the floor.

            Then he spun around to see for himself what Leroy had been on about. He wasn't remotely fucking disappointed.

            'Fuck. Pin her. Her sholders.' Duane said.

            Leroy knelt down with her head between his knees and squeezed tight and leaned forward, his hands and his weight on her shoulders.

            Duane was pulling her pantyhose the rest of the way off.

            'What a fucking cunt. Fuck. Look at the slit. Shit and fuck.'

            'No don't. Don't. Stop it.' Now she begged.

            Just moments before she was hoping she could keep it hidden.

         
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          Leroy had her well pinned and her breasts were heaved up and forward from the positioning. She wasn't large, but exquisitely shaped, maybe a 34C.

            'Look at her fucking tits too. Oh. Shit.'

            'Go for it. Go for them.' Duane said.

            Leroy took hold and ripped her blouse open the rest with one pull. Her bra was see-through and she jiggled and trembled.

            'Oh shit. Fuck man. I can't wait. I don't want to wait.'

            'Then don't wait. They're all yours. You own them. We own her. Her fucking nipples and every hair on her cunt.' Duane encouraged him, as if he needed it.

            Leroy buried his face in her chest while Duane was separating her legs. Her white panties were still on. His teeth were finding one of her nipples at the same time that Duane was at her inner thighs just below the silk fabric. It was her last hint of protection.

            'Hold it. Hold it.' Duane yelled out.

            'What's the matter. I can't. What the fuck's..'

            'Get up. Stand up.' Duane ordered.

            'Shit, I was going to cum on her face in a minute. What the? I was going to cum all over her tits or in her mouth..'

            'Yeah. Yeah. Just get up.'

            They were both standing now and she was laying there curled up in her bra and panties. She was crying for the first time but not begging again. Now she looked fragile and breakable though, like she needed the crap kicked out of her.

            'So ADA, ADA Borgia, what do you think now? What do you think of us now? You still want to prosecute us to the fullest extent of the law?' Duane was taunting her.

            'If I could, I'd have you executed. Put to death, if it was up to me. You're low-life scum.'

            She looked up to defiantly glare at them both leering down on her, saliva practically dripping from their chins.

            'Yeah, but we're the low-life scum that're going to fuck you. And you know what, big shot ADA, you're going to ask us to. You're going to beg us to.' Duane continued.

         

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          'Like Hell. Like bloody Hell. You can rot in Hell before I ever do that.'

                'You say that now. We'll see. You'll beg. You'll see. You'll even beg to die.'
            'Yeah. We'll see. We'll see.' Leroy chimed in. 'What're you going to do to her? You going to give her the works? Like the rich- bitch mother and kid?'
            'Oh yeah, for sure, the works and a lot worse.'

            'I didn't think there was any worse. I mean you cut the bitch's tit off and sliced her daughter's too, sweet little buds, just starting out, and you cut her right through the nipple and bit her other one off. And the way you busted her cherry, now that was vicious.  Shit. So young and you got all the way in, first ram. Fuck, I could only get half in, just half a fuck but she was sweet. And her ass hole, I didn't know one could explode like that. Firecrackers. Fuck man. And so many things with the bitch watching. And the plastic bags. Shit it was great.' Leroy added almost cuming just replaying it all, which had lasted almost a day.
            'You heard him. Your cunt. Your fucking cunt. What do you think we can do to yours? Now stand up.' Duane ordered her.
            With her hands still tied behind her back it was difficult and it was an extra pleasure watching her struggle, twisting and straining. She was becoming somewhat shell-shocked and slowly climbed to her feet. As she was half up, they pushed her over several times, with a kick, just to see her sprawl and have to start all over again. They especially liked it when her legs flew apart and her crotch spread wide or when her tits bashed to the floor first. Her bra strap was broken and one nipple was almost full out, as if it mattered since the bra was so sheer. It was more what it represented. Their control over her undress and therefore over her and she knew the details of the mother-daughter rape-murders and was becoming horrified to know for certain these two, who now had her, were the perps, and how much they enjoyed making her writhe and fall with their sadistic kicks and taunts.

 

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            But mostly it was how they joked about what they had inflicted upon the kid and her mom like they didn't deserve anything better.

          'Get the fuck up and stay up you stupid, useless bitch before we really put the boots to you.' Duane snarled.
            That was yet to come, so they kept those impulses in check, at least for then.  Leroy was up for a bit of correcting Duane. Something he seldom presumed to do.

            'With a body like that I don't think she's useless. I think we can put her to very good use. We can..'

            He gripped on his own crotch.

            'You're so, so right there man. So fucking right. With a body like that, somebody should have raped and fucked her to death long before us.' Duane confirmed Leroy's comment.

            She was full up and standing there in her white panties and thin bra, her tattered blouse hanging at her wrists behind. Her nipples were erect and she wished they weren't. She was really striking and beautiful. Her proportions were petite but exquisite. And she was unsteady, shaking and trembling now from the repeated struggles to get up and the fear both known and unknown. Before she was an ADA she was a woman and these thugs seemed intent on attacking that part of her being. She still didn't believe they would dare to kill her even though they had said it. She always felt she was like a Police Officer and that should be a deterrent, although with them it seemed to be a motive, even egging them on.
            'What do you think? She doesn't look so tough. You think we can untie her hands?' Duane suggested.
            'Sure. Let her fight. I want her to fight, then we can beat her better. Cut her hands lose.'
            Duane produced the knife and walked right up to her. He pushed it hard up under her breast and took her by the side of the head by the hair.
            'You going to fight? Going to fight good? Give me a reason to cut you.'

 

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          He pushed harder up into her tit. Her bra may have offered support but was useless against the point of a knife. Now it was stained a bit red.
            'Just give me a fucking reason.' And he kissed her meanly full on the lips. She jerked her head away. He cut her hands lose at the back and threw her blouse aside and he stepped back in front of her.
            'Take 'em off.' Duane motioned to her panties with the knife.

            She stood there trembling and not obeying. She wanted to defy them but wasn't sure how. She tried to fix her bra strap but the stitches were torn away. He signaled to Leroy and Leroy crept around back of her.
            'Forget about your tits. I want to see your cunt, full bare. They're coming off one way or the other so..'
            'Fuck you. You scum bastards. Go to Hell.'
            Leroy was right behind her now and Duane nodded to him.
            Without warning, he line drove her in the lower back and she shrieked and went to collapse. He grabbed her and threw her forward towards Duane who stepped slightly aside and drove her square in the tit and another fast shot to the side of the head. She shrieked again and crumpled to the floor. She was out cold. Duane sat on her and reached in and grabbed onto her crotch, twisting the white silk.
            'Fucking nice. Are we ever going to have a good time finishing her off, ripping this out of her.'
           

            'Are you going to do it? Really, like you said. Use the mail?' Asked Leroy.
            'He won't soon forget. When he gets it. That's for sure.' Duane said.

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          She was coming to now and was plenty sore.
            Duane straddled her and bent down and pulled her head up between his hands and then banged it back down against the floor hard. Like he wanted to give her a concussion.
            'He gets to go first. That's the deal we have since the last one. His big black prick goes in you first.'
            'No. No Please don't.'
            'Please? Is that a please I heard?' Duane mocked her.
            'Hey Leroy, she said please. Please don't. I guess she means please don't fuck me with your big black prick. What do you think?'
            'I think she means, please don't fuck me with your skinny white prick -- up my ass. That's what she means, she doesn't want it up the ass. Ask her. Go ahead ask.'
            'So, ADA bitch, who's right? Tell us. His black prick in your cunt or my white one in your ass. Or maybe we should try it together. Both at once.'

            They both were undressing now and in short order were naked.

            Now she was starting to collapse, to cave in. She was fully out powered and had to accept she wasn't going to stop the sexual assaults. Could she stop her own murder? She was starting to wonder. Would she be able to stand their cruelty and pain? Now she couldn't stop thinking of the mother's missing tit and how she was likely alive when he severed it and the girl's nipple. She was so innocent and so sweet. What would possess him, (She was sure it was Duane) to do that? He was possessed and possessed her. What a complete terror, an overwhelming fright. It all was untenable and so totally unthinkable.
            'Please, no more. You win. You're..'
            'You're fucking right we win and this is the prize.'

            With that Duane pulled off her panties and spread her legs.
            'You got to look at this. Fuck man. Look at her. Have you ever seen anything so ripe and tight? So fucking God damned sweet? Thirty years old and as good as the kid. A slit like a kid.'

 

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          Leroy was around for a look see.
            'Shit man. Shit. Don't kill her now. Let's tie her to the fucking bed. We can do her right then. Nice and slow. She can't fight back. We can, you know, hurt her. Like hurt her slow.'
            'Like torture her. Torture her cunt.' Duane said.
            'Yeah. Yeah and her tits too. Look at her fucking hard nipples. She must want it. They must want it. I'd like to bite one off, like you did. Or pierce them. Or burn them. What do you say, man?'
            'Sounds like a plan to me. But we have to kill her. By tomorrow she has to be dead. You understand.' Duane said.
            'Yeah. Yeah. But maybe we can fuck her to death. Do you think it can be done?'
            'With all this talk we're doin', it'll never be done by us if we don't get started. Help me get her to the bed.'

            They yanked her up from the floor, Duane by her hair.
            She started to fight as wildly as she could. I guess she figured when she was tied up on the bed all her chances would be gone. She didn't have any chance, even now, but had to make the effort. She swung wildly screaming and caught Duane across the side of the head. He drove her fast to the midriff and then hard to the thigh and she dropped again to the floor. They grabbed on to one of her legs each and dragged her on her back screaming to the bed. They pulled her up forward onto the mattress and Leroy got some rope. She fought as hard as she could but could not match the power of two of them at once. Not even really one of them. They were so pumped for the event, and together were over three times her weight.

            Duane was sitting on her middle tying one wrist to the corner of the bed. She tried to fight with the other hand and even though kicking her legs wildly Leroy was grabbing and squeezing her cunt. Hard. And she tried to stop him. She cried out and Duane finished tying her other wrist to the other corner of the bed. Still sitting on her he spun around to face her feet. He took the knife and pressed it right to her inner labia. She held still. Sharp, cold hard steel to her cunt, frozen.
         

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          'That's better baby. Come to papa. That's better. Don't like the knife in it, do you? Maybe you'll like this better.'
            While holding the knife to her, he slid his fingers right inside of her and felt and pinched. She gasped and cried and Leroy secured her legs by the ankles to opposite corners of the bed.
            Now they were done tying her and she was helpless and sobbing. She only had her stained and ripped bra on, otherwise she was naked. They were both naked and erect. Duane took a large, hard pillow and shoved it under her ass. Her cunt was elevated and exposed with her lips slightly separated from the stretch on her legs. The smallest hint of a nub of pink showed at the top. What a fucking target. Duane would have shot it through but that wasn't the plan. He'd get to it though. He'd get to it with the fucking knife. All in good time, he smiled to himself. He had the patience and skill to abuse and torture her right. Like a professional sadist.
            'She's all yours buddy. Just as I said.' Duane motioned.
            Leroy climbed up on her and shoved two fingers right far up into her cunt. He rammed her cervix, dug his fingernail into it. He buried his face in her and ran his tongue as far up as he could. He fed his cock to her and entered by dropping his full weight down and onto her with one upward destructive, tearing motion. She screamed out from the pain. Her head thrashing wildly from side to side. The pillow under her hips created an unnatural angle and made her stretched, much tighter than she should have been.
            'Fuck. Pull the pillow out man. Pull it out. Leave some of her for me. You prick's too big to go at her that hard. Take it easy. We can bust her up later.'
            'Yea. I forgot. The little white bitch's so tight, anyway. I don't need this. Fuck she's tight.'
            'You're just too big. Big nigger cock. Make her suck it.'
           

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            He pulled away the pillow and pulled out of her even though he had barely started and put it right to her mouth. Her eyes were wide and terrified but defiant too. She wouldn't open up. He put his face right to hers and gave her a mean kiss, biting her lip. Duane had come up to the bed and pressed the knife into the side of her labia. He was climbing on the bed too and held her upper leg by putting his arm around it. He pressed harder.
            'Is her mouth open yet?'
            'No. the bitch..'
            'Smother her. Use the pillow. Push it over her face.' Duane was all extra excited.
            Leroy held the pillow hard to her face as she tried to thrash. He kept it there about a minute while Duane pressed harder and the knife was looking for her clitoris. Leroy pulled the pillow away and she was gasping for breath, all red-faced and panicked, sort of sweaty and silly looking. Her long hair was a fucking mess.

            'Yeah. Yeah. she's open.'
            Duane gave her clit a hard pinch and Leroy stuck his black cock into her mouth. Duane got off her and up from the bed.
            'Lucky fucking bitch, no knife in your clit this time.' Duane muttered and was mildly disappointed.
            There was nothing more she could do. After he was done with her mouth he did her the proper fuck in the cunt. He pulled his strokes, so as to say, since he could have torn her pretty good and they wanted to save that for last. He made it last almost an hour by stopping when he was set to cum. As he juiced her he gave a great cry and ripped down on her bra finally tearing it off too. She thought she had momentarily passed out a couple of times but wasn't sure. While staying inside her spent, he sucked and bit on her nipples. He laid there about five minutes, while she sobbed, and then said,

 

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          'OK, She's all yours. See if you can do better. See if you can fuck her brains out. Really make her beg and scream.'
            He pulled out of her and got up and Duane was sitting by her on the side of the bed. He ran his hand over her body and stopped at her nipple which was bleeding a little from where Leroy had bitten her. He pinched it hard, digging his fingernail into it cutting her more.
            'Please. Please don't hurt me anymore. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I should have... Ow, that hurts. Stop it.'
            Now he was rubbing her tits and his other hand was playing with her labia.
            'Well which is it? You should have or you shouldn't have?'
            'Please. I'm sorry. Just don't hurt me anymore. Please.'
            'Fucking hot shot ADA, listen to you now. Please, please don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. Don't hurt my precious cunt. Is that what you mean?' He mimicked her derisively.

            'Just don't hurt me, anymore. Please.'
            'Say it.'
            'What? Please.'
            'Say, don't hurt my precious cunt. Please.'
            Duane twisted and was onto her clit. She was hardened so it was an extra vulnerable target. With three fingers shoved in her he lifted her part up off the bed full by the crotch.

            'Please. Please don't hurt my precious cunt, please.' She cried.
            'Very good. Fucking hot shot. -- Like this?'
            With that he pushed his face into her labia and got her clit between his teeth. He bit down and pulled away at the same time. She screamed louder and deeper than anything up until then.
            Leroy jumped in, 'Bite it off. Fuck, bite it right off. Bite right through it and then fuck her. Do it. fucking do it.'
            Duane stopped and got his cock ready to put into her.
            'Later man. We can cut it up later.'
           
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            He then entered her and was much harder and meaner with his thrusting but he wasn't as big so she managed to accommodate him without passing out. A couple of times he pushed up on his arms and punched her pretty good in the tit, the right one. As he came and pulled out, he spread his squirt all over her face and into her mouth and her hair.

            Now her status as a court officer meant nothing and everything was about her being a woman and what they were going to do to those parts of her. She hoped they wouldn't mutilate or burn her. Leroy had already flicked lit cigarettes at her and had went to drop others down her panties, front and behind. She was having these extra terrible visions and thoughts again; what if he stuck one, or some,  lit in her vagina? And the mother's breast gone. What she must have endured. She wouldn't be able to stand it. She knew she wouldn't be able to but couldn't will herself to be dead either. How was she to win? She had to find a way to reason them out of it. She was the brightest and the smartest in her classes. She knew all the psychologies and arguments. She had to find their weaknesses. Maybe Leroy first, to play him against Duane. Duane was the really dangerous one. The walking killing machine. No conscience or heart. Just evil that lived in his pants. He lived for the blood and her fear. How could she not be afraid when she was terrified? How could anyone not be? She had to stop feeding her fears to make them worse. She had to...

            Duane was only finished about twenty minutes and Leroy was back for a second go. He fucked her pretty clean and didn't ram or bite as bad as before. Still he stretched it into over an hour.   Then Duane was back for his second.
            'Well sweet heart, sweet cheeks; what do you think now? You're not so into prosecuting us now, are you? Trying to put us away? I guess you'd like us to put our pricks away.'
            She sort of mumbled and was plenty scared and sore.

 

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            'I got to turn you over. I want to fuck you in the ass so hard your legs fall off. You wouldn't be able to walk for a week if you were going to live that long.'
            'Please. Don't. Not that way and don't kill me please. I have a family. No, not that way, in the front, do it in the front, but not the back. Please.'
            'But not the butt.' Duane joked and continued,
            'See I told you you'd beg for it, ask me to. I told you. Anyway we're your family now and I'll tear the ass hole right out of you so you better learn to relax and just imagine when my good buddy does it. His big black prick up your ass. He'll rip it apart for sure. No question, bye bye ass hole. Shit.'
            'No. No. Please don't No.'

            Her begging was almost routine, an after-thought by now.

            Duane punched her hard in the gut and while she was gasping, the two of them untied her and re-tied her spread-eagle but face down. He pushed a big block of wood under her hips at the front. Duane got as much juice out of her cunt as he could using his fingers and smeared it around her sphincter. When he was ready, he pushed in to her good and grabbed on to her tits, pinching her nipples hard. He came in about fifteen minutes and she cried and cried out, through out most of it. When he was done, he pushed her up from the bed by her arm so her tit was hanging down and punched her full bore in its side. She cried out and he did it again harder. She passed out but he hit her again and again in the same tit. It was like he was trying to split her open. He cut her wrist tie and twisted her arm back so her tit wasn't hanging anymore but was resting on her chest. He kept hitting her. Smashing his fist into her chest wall with her tit in the way. Leroy counted seventeen punches before Duane stopped. He told Leroy to hold her arm back and pulled the big wooden block out from under her hips and smashed it against her same tit. He was so frenzied and out of control he almost went to bash her skull in with it but Leroy held him back. Her tit was a pulp and would never have healed even if they had let her live.

 

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            They decided they needed a break before they started in on her again. She'd had to do the toilet several times and did again now and as usual they inspected and taunted her as she went. Duane even forced her to pee with his finger stuck up her. He pushed it in and pulled it out several times laughing at her all the while. She didn't look so business like or dignified then.

            They re-tied her to the bed facing up and taped her mouth and locked up as they went out. They went and got a fast food meal and talked and joked about what they had done and what was still to come. They both were pumped from the extra and sexual violence and knew she was waiting back there for them for some more and to me killed. Overall, it was turning out to be a pretty enjoyable assignment. The best adult cunt they'd ever buggered, at least until now. Even better than the society mother. Snotty, rich, dead cunt. She well deserved it and didn't need that fucking tit anymore anyway, not then with how her cunt was and her kid was. She was just lucky her other daughter wasn't home at the time.

            'What was that with Borgia's tit anyway? Leroy asked.

            'You think I got carried away?'

            'No. Fuck, it looked great. The way she crunched and buckled. Shit man, I thought you were going to kill her then. Punch her to death. And if I hadn't stopped you with the wood. Shit man.'

            'I know. All of a sudden, I just hated her tit. I wanted to smash it to a pulp, make it ugly, but perfect.'

            'Like the mother. When you cut hers off?' Leroy asked.

            'Yeah. Like the same thing. I just hated it. Same as this bitch. I just wanted to pulp her.'

            'You did a pretty good job of that. You see how it looks now?' Leroy asked.

            'Swollen pretty good now, isn't it?'

            'You stuck a knife or even a needle into it and it'd explode.'

            'Shit, Yeah, you have a needle?'

            'I was just kidding.' Leroy replied.

            'No, but I'm not. Nails. I know where there's some nails. That'd do it. You think? Make her explode.'

 

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          'Whatever turns you on. Let's go see then. Where are the nails?'

                They returned to her with some of their burgers still and Duane had found some four inch spiral finishing nails. He brought some smaller ones he might use on her cunt. He pulled the tape from her mouth and climbed up on her to sit on her crotch. She was conscious but moaning from the breast pain. He kissed her and took hold of the swollen breast and squeezed really hard. She shrieked out but stayed conscious. He showed her the nail and pressed it to her at the base of her nipple and part into her areola. He gave a really hard shove and the nail pierced her, about an inch. She passed out again. He pulled it back out and she spurted blood like a small fountain. He squeezed her hard to make even more juice flow and then squeezed as hard as he could. There was considerable blood now so he stripped off and fucked her. When he came, he pushed the nail down the center of her nipple, of her swollen breast, and left it in. Only about half an inch showed out.

            Leroy was ready for her again now.
            He stood above her looking down. Just looking at her battered body. He was full erect but was in no hurry to get into her again. He studied her contours and bruises, how fine her frame was, how white and feminine. How her chest and tits heaved and trembled in anticipation of him going at her again. They were going to murder her. Nobody would ever find her body; he knew this for sure because of what Duane had set up. So what did it matter what he did to her, however wicked? The viler the better. There was no horror too horrible. There had to be something that would show her he was as good as Duane. She shouldn't have tried to turn him, turn him against his friend with her promises of leniency and maybe even a new identity and money under the witness protection program. It was a big, fucking mistake and he had to let her know. He could smash a bitch with the best of them and he considered Duane the best of the best. There had to be something to show her. He just stared at her broken vulnerability and started to run his foot along her until he got to her chest. He put it on her other tit and started to stand on her bringing more and more of his weight to bear.

 

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          He weighed about two hundred and twenty pounds, she was a hundred and thirty-five. He was standing on her chest now and brought his heel to bear on her good tit. Then he went full weight and slid off her to the side. He could feel the flesh crushing. 34C is not all that big so the pressure would be enormous. He did it again and then stepped down to see if he could stand on her cunt. He got a lot of pressure onto her pubic area, again with his heel and then without warning did a full weight body drop onto her crotch, with his knees. They both heard something crack.
            'Shit. What'd you break?'
            'Her cunt, I guess. Did you fucking hear that? How do you break a cunt?'
            'Let me see. Perverted bastard, why didn't I think of that?'      Leroy loved the praise and assumed she got the message.

            Duane felt her all around and couldn't tell for sure what had been damaged. They both knew something was royally buggered but would have to wait for her to come to, to find out what.
            Leroy was still up for fucking her again and gave her the hard version. He figured he'd done that much damage with the drop what did a few extra tears and rips matter. He kept at her for about his usual hour. She was bleeding pretty good now, but not enough to die.
            They decided she didn't have to be tied to the bed anymore so undid her and pulled her by the hair to the middle of the floor dumped in a heap. Duane smacked her across the face for quite awhile to revive her and she finally started to come to. As she did, she screamed out in for real agony, the kind they liked best.
            'Good God. God. Have mercy. What did you do to me? It hurts. You evil bastards. You're inhuman. Monsters. It hurts. For God's sake. Stop it.' She paused then pleaded. 'I'm a person. A person. You have no right to treat a person this way.'

            'Ah, the stupid deluded bitch thinks she's a person, to us. When she was never anything but a cunt that needed smashing up to us. And we're getting there. Aren't we buddy?'

            'We're not done, but we're getting there.' Leroy enthused.
           
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          'Check your cunt. Tell us what's broken. Leroy here fell on you, all his weight, he slipped on purpose and we heard something break. See what it is.'
            'Please. Let me go. I need a doctor. I need..'
            Duane took her head between his hands and banged her against the floor. Something he just liked to do. He put his hands around her throat and squeezed and pulled her face right to his.

            'What you need is to fucking listen.' He said.

            'Yeah, I slipped on purpose, bitch.' Leroy chuckled.
            'Now fucking check it.' He said as he choked her.

            He let her lose and got up.

            'Wait a minute.' Duane ordered her.
            Still on the floor, they sat her up and each grabbed onto one of her ankles to pull her legs wide apart.

            'Now go. Play like a Doctor.' Duane mocked her.

            They watched intently as she handled herself inside and around. Her hands were all bloody.
            'Play with it. Fucking jerk it off. Get your clit goin'. Bitch, pinch your clit. Jiggy, jiggy.' Duane egged her on.
            She was crying and barely able to respond.
            'No. No. You fucking messed up cunt, dig your nails, your fingernails into it.'
            She just couldn't but she did her best to examine herself, with them leering, but what was she looking for? It all hurt and was swelling so even if she found something how would she know?
            'Pathetic bitch, checking your own cunt to see where it's been smashed. I bet you never thought you'd be doing that this morning or ever. Now what did I tell you about digging your nails into it? Just won't co-operate. Just fucking don't get it yet that you're not in charge. You stupid, stupid piece of arrogant twat.'
            With that Duane punched her into her labia. Some of her cunt blood splattered onto him.
           

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          She exploded upwards and passed out again.
            'Wasn't that sweet? Let me try that again, only harder.'
            With a series of vicious blows he was shattering her pelvic structure even further. They waited until they were re-charged and both fucked her passed out, but there wasn't much tunnel left, so it was sort of like fucking a bowl of over-boiled spinach, which made it take longer and they had to ram harder, (sort of a double cunt jeopardy) so they knew the time was getting close.
            They had had her over a dozen hours by now and were supposed to have killed her almost right after the grab. They had known she was a looker but once they got her clothes off and were into her, they were plenty hooked. They would have smashed her for a week but there were others to answer to. The next one, they could plan it for the next cunt. She was out there somewhere, just waiting. Indeed, the abuse and the fucking and torture were an unexpected bonus but it was about the time they should finish her off. The dirty cop was calling and he wasn't one to mess with. It took quite awhile but they finally brought her to again.

            'You know we're going to kill you. Don't you?'
            She started to cry. 'Please don't. I'm sorry. My family. I am...'
            'Whatever. You'd never heal again, anyway. We smashed your cunt up pretty good while you were out, I laid a beating on it with my fist. The bones are all smashed. It's smashed all to Hell and we've been waiting for this.'
            Leroy held her from behind and Duane took a scalpel like knife and sliced her nipple off getting part of the areola too. She looked in utter disbelief. He pulled the finishing nail from the other one and as the blood flowed said,
            'Now this one too.'
            She tried to fight but couldn't and it came off clean the same.
         

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          'We're going to mail these to your boss. It'll show him not to mess with us. They'll never find you but they'll have your nipples as souvenirs, and one with a nail stuck in a big hole through the center.'
            She was incoherent and barely begging now. She knew she was going to die and was trying to make her peace while still being battered.
            'We're each going to fuck you one more time and then you're done for. We'll flip a coin and the last one in you gets to kill you too. Anyway we want, who ever it is.'
            'Oh God please. Just kill me now. Just do it now then.'
            'I told you you'd beg to die. It'd just be a matter of time and you'd beg for it. Just like I said. So who was right big shot ADA?'
            There was nothing for her to answer that would make any difference to her fate.

            And it was too late for prayer, they'd all been ignored.
            Leroy flipped the coin and lost which meant he was first and Duane would get to do the kill. While Leroy was pumping her, her cunt really was shattered, the bone structure, so most of it she was out but he did get her to come to for him as he came in her and he cut her nippleless breast open as he blew his load. He cut her three ways pretty well to the muscle. He just as easily could have cut it off and the idea almost got done but her nipple missing turned him off its appearance.
            He was done and now it was time for the fatal fuck.
            Duane offered her a last supper. Part of a cold left over burger and a piece of a do-nut. When she declined he shoved it up her ass. Amazingly, she was still somewhat coherent. Enough to know she was still being worse hurt and humiliated more.

            Pathetic fucking bitch just didn't want to die -- up until now.

 

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            Finally, Duane walked up to her deliberate, like a god,  and looked her right in the eyes. She knew he was her executioner and just wanted it to be over. Pleading with her eyes, or voice or body would have been useless, so just let it be fast. He kissed her. Almost nicely and had Leroy help him to tie her by the wrists from the ceiling. She was hanging there with her head slumped but still aware. He tied her by the hair to keep her head up. He wanted to watch her face. He checked both her damaged tits. Where Leroy had sliced her, he opened her up like peeling a banana. Now he was down to her cunt. He explored her and inserted his fingers into her and finally entered her for a stand up fuck, kissing her while he pumped. She bobbed and flopped around as she hung there. When it seemed he was just about to cum, he pulled out and asked Leroy,
            'Can you get it up again, by now?'
            'Always. Always ready and willing.'
            'I'm serious. Like a fucking rock?'
            'What for? It's your turn and you're finishing her off.'
            'All the way into her ass. As fucking far up as you can go. And keep it there. Fucking leave it in her until she's dead.'
            'Oh yeah. Shit. Give me a couple. Shit I never.'
            After a bit, Leroy was ready. He crouched down a little and pushed up into her rectum with a tearing thrust. Her scream pierced the air as he practically pierced her bowels, and the burger tore at the sides. (The do-nut just mushed.)  He held onto her firm and she was basically impaled from behind. Duane knelt down in front of her and took the scalpel knife and lacerated her clitoris. The blood spurted and he cut her several more times, just in the lining too. Even though she was bleeding heavily now he managed to push his fingers up into her to locate her cervix.

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                'Hold her real tight. Stick it up her ass farther. This is the big one. The fucking deep ones. The killer ones.' Duane ordered Leroy.

            'Bye Bye, Bitch. You're nothing but a useless fuck now anyway. Hot shot cuntless ADA with no nipples.' Leroy enthused.
            Leroy gave a grunt and much harder thrust and she was bleeding out her ass hole also. Duane aimed an Italian switchblade stiletto knife for her cervix. He could feel the tip against it. He gave three hard full thrusts. He knew he'd sliced it open and was into her uterus when he shoved his fingers into her again to try to find it. He sliced into her labia from the inside cutting out. He removed them. Leroy was incredulous. But he shouldn't have been, he always knew Duane was a full blown sexual psycho which was part of why he liked him so much.
            Maybe he could learn to be one too.

            'Shit. Let me see one.'
            Duane handed her severed labia lip to him.
            'Oh shit. I got her cunt in my hand. What a choice piece of meat. When I said I wanted some nice white meat, I never expected this. Fuck, you even got some of her fuzz.'
            She was unconscious from the first clit slice. She was bleeding to death from what was left of her vagina and Duane shoved his cock back up into her with Leroy still hard up her ass. Now they rammed up and down in her in unison and then alternated their thrusts. She jerked about wildly. Her eyes appeared to be open, but she was catatonic, in shock. Still it looked like she knew and saw. It looked like she felt and that was good enough for Duane.

            He had Leroy cut her wrist ropes and they all finished the fuck with her crumpled on the floor. They kept inside her until she died. She died by bleeding to death through her mutilated vagina with a cock stuck in it and one right through and up her ass and her tits ruined.

            They both had cum in her before her last breath and heart beat. 

         

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            Now they drew out of her and repeatedly smashed her head to the floor breaking and cracking her skull. Leroy stamped on her fine neck. Fuck it broke nice (and easy).The two of them stood over her and kicked her and kicked her. Everywhere, spine, legs, chest. And her crotch. They took extra delight taking runs at it like it was kicking practice for major-league football. And they jumped on her full weight and from high up off a table. They had put on steel-toed work boots for this job. Even though she was already dead they were re-kicking her to death. Smashing her corpse like a punching bag. By the time they were done, most of her bones were shattered, had multiple breaks. Humpty DA, stupid cunt.
            What a perfect way for a hot shot bitch ADA to die twice.
            But there was even a method to the madness, this explosion of kicking and smashing. It wasn't just all frenzy and fun. Duane had decided to dispose of her body, what was left of it, by using a used commercial wood chipper he'd come across and bought some time back. He needed her really busted up to dismember her to feed her into the machine. That was a sight right out of a B-movie slasher slaughter flick, but it handled the task most efficiently and what was left of her was easily dumped in the ocean about twenty miles off the coast of Maine. What was left that would float was fish food and the rest was like gravel to sink to the bottom. They had little to worry about, about any of her remains ever being found.

 

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           Duane decided to keep the actual nipple nail. He hadn't remembered to shove any of the smaller ones into her cunt. He must have been distracted. But not next time, he made himself a promise. Some poor fucking bitch cunt was out there walking around right now that...

           

            They packaged her nipples along with her severed labia and mailed them to her boss. They'd washed them in a diluted solution of household bleach to destroy any DNA traces.

            Imagine his surprise. Just imagine it, they thought and wondered if he'd already seen them on her before they were cut off. They thought it was more than even odds he had and what would he think of them now? What would he think of them? The two low life scumbags, what would he think of them too? They would be the prime suspects, but there was no direct link.
            Still he would probably want to put them in jail, like he had told her to do.                                                          

 

            The alternate end.