Amanda Plays for Keeps

Remembering how impetuous Trish was and the insane fun we’d had snuffing our Dads together all those years ago made me wish my lover girl washere with me now. I had a delicious young boy tied up all ready for his final trip. I’d tortured him for hours but he was young and strong and he looked like he could last for days if we could control ourselves. I was eager for my lover to arrive so we could finish off my boy and start on hers. But I’d only had a few hours’ sleep the last day.The thrill of getting to be s creul as I wanted had kept me going till now. My jimmyslut was moaning and sobbing and the sound of a boy in pain always makes me feel whole and safe and comfortable. So as excited as I was about getting to snuff two boys at once Ifell asleep. I didn’t wake until I heard the garage door open.

Tricia was finally here with the other boy in tow. I’d drifted off. Jimmyslutwas barely conscious when I woke up. He was worn out. Having two wildly pulsating vibrators shoved up your ass for five hours tends to wear a boy out. Anyway, Trish was already in the room with the new prey sprawled on the floor in front of her when I sat up rubbing my eyes. I laughed as I brushed away the last bit of sleep. I’d been dreaming about sticking needles in jimmyslut’s eyes. A dozen well placed needles piercing a boy’s eyes ought to keep him awake well enough. We’d have to try that on jimmyslut before we snuffed him.

I didn’t pay too much attention the new boy. I hadn’t seen my lover Trish in two weeks. Somehow I’d managed to crawl over to the bed before I drifted off. I didn’t remember that. But I was glad I was in bed. I patted the mattress next to me and invited my sexy hot girl friend to join me. She laughed, slipped out of her clothes and dragged the new boy over to the bed. She chained his wrists to the foot of the bed and slid in next to me. My hands were between her legs before her luscious body came to rest. God I love making love to that girl. Nobody turns me on sexually like Trish.

We spent an hour making sweet, dirty, sexy girl on girl love. She has the sweetest cunt. It tastes like honey. I swear. And her lips on my pussy send shivers up my spine every time. Even now almost twenty years since we first fell into bed together and lesbo-fucked a way an entire weekend. God it was good. Especially since we had two virile young men to torture and snuff after. I love being a sadistic bitch. Nobody has as much fun as us.

“Any trouble snatching Davey?” I asked once we’d caught our breath.

“None at all. Sorry it took me so long. I stopped by my place and finished up that project I was working on. I figured with two boys we could afford to waste one pretty quick. And judging from what our newest friend has hanging between his legs I think I know who we’ll snuff first.”

I sat up and scooted to the foot of the bed to inspect the boy cuffed there. Trish had stripped him naked before she’d brought him in from the garage. He had a damn fire hose hanging down from the light brown pubic hair in his crotch. I swear to God his dick was a good eleven inches. And hard! Jesus. The veins were popped up and throbbing with each beat of his heart. Bless his little heart. Our new prey’s pulse must have been hammering away at a hundred fifty beats per minute. Seeing the blood throb in his prick like that made me want to mount the snuff puppet right then.I was almost mesmerized by his huge cock.

“Have you fucked this gorgeous thing yet Trish? Tell the truth girl. Is that why you’re so late.”

    My cruel little lover laughed, then nodded her head yes. She stuck out her lower lip in that pouty sort of way like she was sorry and knew she was in trouble.  Just giggled and pulled her to me and slid my hand between her legs and hell, we wound up fucking another half an hour. It was short but God it was intense. I didn’t blame the girl for riding that cock. I’d have done the same. Shit, I was going to do the same. Just as soon as I brought my lover to climax one more time.

“You’re right. We have to keep this kid alive for a while. What a cock! He’s on something isn’t he? You gave him Cialis? How much?”

“Triple dose. He’s good for a two day boner I suspect. If it wears off I’ll give him some more. So lover, you ready to have some fun?”

   I was. Because ultimately it’s all about having our fun.It’s how me and Tricia and all the other women like us are built. Sure we trick men with money into marrying us or going into business with us. And we load those fools up with life insurance and snuff them because it makes us rich. But mostly women like us do it for the fun of it.  We make a good living at it sure. Why wouldn’t we. It’s like a bonus though. The real motivation is the thrill of torturing a man without any limits at all.  I know that’s why I do it. And why Trish does it. We can’t help ourselves. Even if we could stop ourselves we wouldn’t. It’s too damn much fun. And it’s a hell of a turn on.

    Trish was inspecting jimmyslut. I’d burned that name into his chest using my cigarettes. Tricia used her sharp fingernail to trace each of the two inch high letters. The burns were fresh so jimmyslut winched and yelped the whole time Tricia ran her nail over his wounds. When she finished tormenting him that way she pinched his tits. I’d burned them pretty good too so jimmyslut’s getting pinched there was like getting burned all over again. He screamed and we both laughed. Trish ignored his cock and balls. I knew she had wicked plans for the boy’s cock. She could afford to ignore that for now. I watched as she checked out the I.V. I’d started in jimmyslut. And she gave his tongue a careful once over. I’d put more than a dozen big ball studs in jimmyslut’s tongue. And I’d cut the muscle way back in the back and used this orthopedic device Trish gave me to keep the boy’s tongue stiff and poking out of his mouth.

“Good job on the I.V. girl. We’ll make a nurse out of you yet. And that’s a clever way to use a Knowles pin Mandy. Don’t think I’ve seen that before. I love what you’ve done to his tongue. The kid could use some water though. The I.V. fluids keep him conscious and alive but his external tissues dry out. And I want his tongue wet and sloppy when I slid my hot little pussy down on it.”

    I laughed. I’d punched in more than a dozen big metal studs in jimmyslut’s tongue earlier. Then I’d cut the muscle at the back to lengthen the boy’s lovely pink licker so it stuck out of his mouth really far. After that I’d threaded the Knowles pin through the kid’s tongue like you’d thread a long strip of steak on a skewer. The end result was jimmyslut’s tongue was stiff and artificially bumpy. I’d turned jimmyslut’s tongue into a kinky fetish gadget, into a wicked sex toy. And it felt so fucking good in your cunt you just couldn’t get enough of it. I’d used the boy‘s tongue like a living dildo until I’d had more orgasms than I could count. His tongue and lips and nose had been slick with my cunt juice when I’d finished. But now I could see what Trish meant. The boy’s lips were dry. His tongue looked like a piece of dried out old shoe leather.

    I got a bottle of water and started pour some on jimmyslut but Trish waved me off. Instead she turned him over on the table. I helped her re-cuff him then Trish got up on the table and squatted over the boy’s face. She lowered herself until the tip of jimmyslut’s tongue just touched Tricia’s swollen cunt lips. I’d fucked the girl good when she first got her. Her girly love making parts were still hyper aroused. I liked to think it was mostly because she found me so erotic and sexy but I knew a good part of Tricia’s excitement was due to the fact that we were going to sexually torture and snuff this boy.

“God that was a long drive. I must have drunk a gallon of coffee to keep me awake. I need to pee so bad.”

   I laughed. And laughed even harder when Tricia let loose with a stream of piss that filled jimmyslut’s open mouth in a matter of seconds. The boy was too surprised at first to even know what was going on. The dear thing even swallowed most of that first mouthful he was so dry and thirsty.

    Tricia sure knew how to pee in a boy’s mouth. After she filled jimmyslut’s mouth the first time she squeezed her legs together and held off peeing until he’d swallowed all of her golden nectar. Then she peed in the boy’s mouth again. And pinched his nose shut at the same time. Now if he wanted to breathe he’d have to swallow. He finger’s clamped tight on the boy’s nose let her keep him from turning his head too. So he could let her hot piss leak out of his mouth. Jimmyslut fought it some but within ten seconds he gave it up. I’d done enough to the boy so he knew he wasn’t going to escape. He was learning to accept his fate. I felt a sort of pride at that.

    Trish filled his mouth eight times and made him drink all her pee. Only then did she stand up and let me rinse off jimmyslut’s face with the bottle of water. As soon as I was done she lowered herself down again and lined the boy’s tongue up with her slit. A quick thrust of her hips and that stiff, pink, meaty tongue swollen from all the studs I’d pierced jimmyslut with was buried in her cunt.

“Lick my pussy little boy .Show Momma how you do it hon.” She squealed as the boy’s studded tongue slid inside her.

     I knew what she was feeling. It was like having a living dildo in you. It was this stiff and warm and wet and slippery and throbbing thing inside you pussy but it was better than a real cock cause it had all those marvelous bumps to stimulate your vagina. I must have been inspired when I did that to Jimmy. He’d never speak like a human again. And his tongue was now about as long as his dick but a hell of a lot more fun. I could see from now on we’d do this to most of the lost boys we snatched off the street and brought here for some sadistic fun. I even thought about writing a story about what I’d done for one of those femdom sites. I could call the procedure a tongue mandy. After me of course. I may not be modest but I do know how to have fun with a boy.

   Tricia was soon lost in the joy of getting tongue fucked by the most amazing piece of mouth meat she’d ever had inside her. I let her be. She deserved her time alone with jimmyslut. I’d had him for hours and pretty much knew all the ways the boy could scream and twist and beg and cry and thrash in agony. Trish needed to explore all those things herself. I knew she’d find new talents in our snuff monkey. Trish had a knack for bringing out the best in boys.

    I went over to inspect David. God he was gorgeous. Even without his eleven inch rock hard cock poking straight out at me. I gave his beautiful tool a stroke or two and shivered when he moaned in pleasure. God, he’d seen how we were treating his supposedly best friend and he still got turned on by the touch of a cruel and sadistic woman. He was my kind of guy. I dug my fingernail into the end of his cock and pinched his pee hole some just to get his reaction. I wasn’t disappointed. He pulled his hips back and cried out although he tried to bite his lip and cut off his cry. That was interesting. Could it be he understood that Trish and I got turned on by seeing and hearing boys suffer? Was he trying to deny us our pleasure and maybe diminishing the wicked energy that fed our sexual sadism lust? Curious boy.Lots of self-control.

“Why are you doing this to us? What did Jimmy do to you? What did I do to deserve this?”

     This was better. The kid wanted to know what cruel fate had delivered him to this hellish place. Well, the more he knew the more he’d dwell on what came next, the more he’d dread and fear our next un-named game.

“Trish and I do this for fun baby. Jimmy just happened to be in the right place at the right time last night. And he gave us you. Your buddy betrayed you David. He traded your life for his. He wants us to snuff you instead of him. What do you think sweetie. You willing to die for Jimmy. No? Well, how about you die for me and Tricia then hon? I know you don’t think you deserve this darlin. But it’s happening anyway. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. Isn’t that right precious?”

     This David kid had a great cock. It was at least two inches longer than jimmyslut’s and jimmyslut was way bigger than average. I like big cocks. It’s just this thing I have. Sure, I like to torture boys. But I like fucking them too. I love the feel of a big fat dick sliding in and out my cunt. Of course fucking a big cock while torturing the boy it’s attached to is the best of all. So I decided to use David to have some of the best fun a girl like me can have.

     My dungeon play space is equipped with all the conveniences. So I pulled the chain hoist hanging from the overhead rail over to David and clipped the hook on his wrist cuffs. Then it was a simple matter to un-cuff him from the bed and hauled him over to the modified St. Andrews cross next to jimmyslut’s table. No reason our two boys shouldn’t watch each other get tortured together. Usually boys get a lot more scared when they see other boys getting burned and smothered and whipped and butt fucked. Hearing another guy scream the way they do when Trish and I play with them can make even the bravest guy cringe in terror. And that’s worth doing.

“David sweetheart I know this is difficult for you. But it’s going to get a lot rougher before it gets better hon. Well, actually it’s going to get a lot rougher but it’s never going to get better darlin. Neither you orjimmyslut is going to survive this baby. But that’s OK. Cause me and Trish are going to take our time and have tons of fun before we finally snuff you. Just so you know what’s in store for you Davey sweetheart. I want you to have something wicked to think about when I hurt you.”

     I started on his balls. Once I had him tied spread eagle to the cross I got real close to him, close enough his big hard dick was pressing against my crotch. My Saint Andrew’s cross isn’t symmetrical like a lot of them. The cross arms are bent so mostly just the boy’s back and arms and calves are against the wooden cross. That arrangement gives  a girl has access to all the fun parts of a boy. Like his ass. And his cock.And his balls hanging down in the open so vulnerable and tempting.

He knew I was going to hurt him but even so his hormones took over and the dumb kid tried to hump me. I didn’t mind. I licked his cheek. He turned his mouth into it and puckered up so I kissed him. I was careful. The bastard could decide to bite. But he didn’t. He got into it. He was a decent kisser. His tongue didn’t feel nearly as good as jimmyslut’s new stud encrusted cunt sucking toy. But David was fun to make out with. Until I kneed him in the balls. I’d stopped kissing him first of course. Didn’t want the boy biting me when his body reacted to the pain I was going to cause him.I pounded my knee into his balls a dozen times before I stopped to see how the prey was doing. He was doing great. His face was contorted with pain, he could hardly breathe and these violent little spasms shook his entire body. I love seeing men like that. Better yet I love doing that to a boy.

    I didn’t give him time to get his body or his breathing under control. I put my hands on his chest and stepped in close and brought my knee up between his legs as fast and hard as I could. His eyes opened wide in agony and I busted his balls again .And again. And over and over and over again until poor David was huffing and puffing and about to pass out. He’d taken a lot of abuse. Most guy’s diaphragm would have frozen up from blows I’d given the boy. It was a real struggle for him to breath but he was managing to wheeze and get a little air every fourth breath or so. God bless swimmers. They have great breathe control. And that means I can torture them that much longer.

“See baby. It does get rough doesn’t it sweetheart. It’ll get even rougher in a minute.”

     I love taunting them like that. You can tell a lot about a guy by how he responds to teasing and taunts when he’s being tortured. Oh, they all get mad at first. They try to be tough guys, they try to fight you and resist giving into their fear and their despair. But torture a boy long enough and hard enough and all that goes away. I turn them into their most primitive selves, into beasts focused only on surviving. Then I trick them into thinking the only way to survive is to obey me, to become my everlasting slave. It’s easy. They want the torture to stop. At some point they’ll believe anything to make the pain stop even for a little while. The fun part is when I get a really strong boy and I have to work at it to break him down like that. And it looked like David was strong. Much stronger than jimmyslut had been.

    I lit a cigarette and after a cheek hollowing drag I blew my smoke in David’s face. I expected him to grimace. He was an athlete after all. But I hadn’t expected him to show so much interest in how I lit the long Virginia Slim and in how I suck on the end of it. He even leaned in towards me a bit when I exhaled my stream of smoke in his face. It seemed our boy might have a smoking fetish. That wasn’t uncommon. Lots of boys are mesmerized by the sight of a sexy woman smoking, especially if she knows how to be seductive about it. But David’s keen interest seemed more than just a horny young man’s fascination with a woman who like to indulge in a naughty habit. I’d have to probe the boy some and find out what this was all about.

“Do you like my smoke David? Would you like to breathe in some more?” I asked sweetly.

     He looked scared. But interested. He nodded his head yes. Slowly.Tentatively. I slapped him hard half a dozen times.

“Use your words darlin. Didn’t your Mommy teach you it was rude to just nod?”

     He nodded yes again and I drove my knee into his balls several times. Then I smiled at the poor boy and reminded him to use his words with me. Really, I said. Didn’t your Mom teach you anything? David looked stricken. He turned beet red like I’d embarrassed him more than he could stand.

“What’s the matter baby? You were raised right by your mother weren’t you? She raised you to be polite and smart and good didn’t she?”

     He’d gotten my lesson. He spoke to me. Humbly.Softly.

“No Ma’am. My Mom left when I was little. My Aunt Emily raised me mostly. And yes Miss. I would like you to blow more smoke in my face. My Auntie Emmy used to do that to me when I was little. She taught me to light her cigaretets for her when I was little. My Aunt was, well, she liked to use men. And, uhhh, I don’t mean to pry or be rude Miss. But are you a Dominatrix. Is that why you and your friend are doing this?”

    I tried to hide my excitement. Looked like at the very least our new boy had been raised as a smoke slave. It might be interesting to look up this Aunt Emily woman. I wondered if she’d be upset that I was going to make her nephew my slaveand then my snuff monkey. It’s surprising how many women out in the world are like me. There’s my Mom and my Aunt Becky and my Oma and my lover Trish of course. Heck, in just a few years Trish had found three student nurses who enjoyed torturing men until the men were useless or dead. And I knew several other women who’d you’d never suspect of being secret sadists.

   One of the most creative sadists I know even gets interviewed on TV all the time. She owns a restaurant that’s popular with the foodie crowd. Who’d guess her chef and half her male wait staff are slaves who’d do anything for her. Not to mention all the anonymous bus boys who float from restaurant to restaurant until they wind up at her place. She makes sure it’s the final stop for some of the boys. She picks out the boys with nobody to look for them after they disappear. Every July she closes for a weekend and invites a few of us cruel girls to a wild party. After she has to replace half a dozen or more bus boys.

      Debra puts on a hell of a snuff party. She invites a lawyer woman we all know, a college professor, Trish and me of course, and a lady who works for an insurance company. We all just fun loving gals. The kind of women you’d see in any nice restaurant or at any high end store. We all maybe better looking than the average woman, and we all have more money than most women our age, and we certainly like cruel and wicked games more than lots of women. But we’re not all that different. Really. We just have this appetite to hurt boys. And we have the means to satisfy our appetites. So finding out David’s Aunt might be into using her nephew in cruel and wicked ways wasn’t all that exceptional. A neat twist of fate if it were true, but in my experience probably one in forty boys get abused by a woman in their lives before they turn twenty. Apparently another woman had prepared our David to serve and obey.

“Why do you ask David sweetie? Was your Aunt Emily a Dominatrix? Or do you just like women who know what they want from a boy like you and aren’t shy about taking it?”

      That stumped the boy. I’d obviously struck a nerve. He was getting ready to say something when Trish let loose with this primal animal growl that filled the play space. She was climaxing on jimmyslut’s tongue. David’s eyes were locked on my ravishingly beautiful best friend. I turned and watched too. Trish had a handful of jimmyslut’s hair in one hand and she was riding the boy’s face like she was on one of those mechanical bulls you used to see in some bars. The woman was going wild, slamming her crotch down on the boy’s face so hard I wondered how she kept from breaking the poor kid’s nose. Her back was arched and her head was tossed back. She had a look of pure and intense and way to wicked pleasure on her face, her mouth stretched wide in a tight little smile that you only got when you were on the edge of ecstasy. My lover looked good. Damn good.

Jimmyslut on the other hand didn’t look so hot. And that was good too. The poor boy still had a boner. Trish had her other hand wrapped around the boy’s prick and she was alternately jacking him off then crushing his dick and digging her fingernails into that sensitive cock flesh every time jimmyslut got close to his own climax.

Poor jimmyslut’s chest was heaving as he tried to grab some air when Tricia’s lifted her pussy from his lips so she could slam it down on his face again even harder. I’d out down myself fixing the boy’s tongue up like I had. The tongue mandy procedure looked like  real winner.

I could see why David was transfixed by the spectacle. It left me breathless. But I’d asked the boy a question. If he was going to learn his place he’d have to learn to pay attention only to his Mistress. So I touched my cigarette to his right tit and was gratified when his eyes snapped back to my smiling face and his mouth contorted into a hurt yelp.

“You need to answer when I ask a question sweetheart. Otherwise I have to hurt you. Understand baby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

    I took a cheek hollowing drag, let some of the smoke drift out from between my lips, held the rest in my lungs for a few seconds then slowly exhaled in David’s face. Then I touched the glowing orange tip of my cigarette to his other tit. I held it there for a good ten seconds. Not saying anything to the boy. Ignoring his shrieks and laughing when he begged me to stop. I’m pretty good at burning boys with cigarettes. Cigars are better in some ways because they last longer and make a bigger burn. But in a café or in a car a cigarette is much more handy. I should know. I’ve used my cigarettes to burn boys in cars, sitting in the bars where you can still smoke, on café patios, heck I even burned a boy on his thigh while we were sitting on a bench outside the baltimore city library having lunch one fine spring day.

    That time I simply let my hand rest on the boy’s leg and let my cigarette droop until the hot coal burned a hole through his expensive suit pants and settled on his bare skin underneath. He was some big shot local architect who was as submissive as any men I’d ever met. So he didn’t move when I put my brand on him right out in public like that. He just sat rigid trying to control the agony he felt. It was quite pleasant for me. I enjoyed it so much I made him take the rest of the day off so we could go to his place. I finished off the pack with that man. By the time I left for a dinner date he had at least sixty new marks on him. All in discrete places of course. The man was a money machine. I wanted him to keep his job so he could keep signing his pay checks over to me. Men with fresh cigarette burns on the face or arms usually attract too much attention with the snooty kinds of  clients my financial slave worked for.

     But that didn’t apply to boys like David or jimmyslut. Their only jobs from now on was to amuse and please me and Tricia. I could burn David anywhere I wanted. As much as I wanted. And I would. I just knew I would. The boy was gorgeous. Fit and tight and muscled and handsome with oodles of smooth unblemished young man skin practically begging me to burn it. But that could wait. I wanted to hear more about this boy’s Aunt and how he’d been raised. I might have a potential long term slave here if I played it right. So I burned his tit for ten seconds or so then pulled my cigarette away.

“Call me Mistress from now on David. Address me as Mistress. Or Ms. Amanda if there are other women around. You can call my lover who’s using your buddy as a fuck toy over there Ms.Tricia.Or Ms. Trish. Now, tell me about Aunt Emmy. Was she a Dominatrix? Do you like women who dominate and use boys like you?”

“Uhhh, no Ms. Amanda. My Aunt wasn’t a Dominatrix. Not exactly I don’t think. I mean she didn’t advertise or have regular ‘customers’ or set fees or anything. She did have a lot of leather clothes she liked to wear. And she went through a lot of men. But I think she played rough with them because she just liked it. She never worked a real job that I knew of but she always had plenty of money. The guys she brought home seemed to like giving her things. And, uhhh, well, she, ahhh, she liked to spank me. Even when I was big.Even when I went to college. And she, ummmm, she, ahhh”

    I smiled. The boy’s experience wasn’t all that unusual really. Women abusing their own sons wasn’t as common as a neighbor woman or an Aunt or a boss doing it. Women, Mom’s and Aunties especially,  often reach their sexual peak about the time their teenaged sons or nephews reach theirs. And sex is a powerful thing. If a woman has just the slightest streak of cruelty in her, and most women do, then the temptation to use a male relative to satisfy her perfectly natural sexual and sadistic appetites often wins out.  Even if it’s her own boy.I’d grown up watching my Aunt Becky do that to her son, my cousin. And I’d known plenty of Mommies since who found pleasure in abusing their boys. It’s only natural.

Lots of boys learn about sex from demanding and dominant older women. Often such women like to hurt the boys they use. I’d played with dozens of men who’d spent their teen years serving a cruel woman. And I personally knew of dozens of women who’d used boys that way without any shame or guilt or concern. David was typical that way. Even so there was something about the way he talked about his Aunt, or more accurately, something about the way he avoided any specifics that caught my attention. The boy had a  secret. Something that embarrassed him.Or scared him. Or did both. It could be the opening I needed to turn this good-looking kid into my slave.

“When’s the last time your Auntie spanked you hon?”

    He answered right away. Apparently getting his tit burned taught him to obey. I laughed.

“Two years ago Mistress.”

    I asked the boy why it’d been so long. His answer was gave me the opening I was looking for. He told me his story. And when he finished I knew what he feared more than anything else in the world. I’d use that to torment the boy and make him wish he’d never been born of course. And I’d use it to strip him of all his self-respect and self-worth until he was an empty vessel I could fill with my own ideas of how a boy should be.

  David’s Mom had left when he was two.  The boy didn’t know the whole story but years later his Aunt said the woman just didn’t want to be a Mom. So she left her husband and young son and never looked back. That’s when David’s Auntie Emily moved in. To help her older brother with his toddler son. Aunt Emily didn’t want to be a Mom either. Or a nanny to a sniveling boy. So she mostly ignored David. Until he was old enough to interest the wild and nymphomaniac young woman. When David described how his Auntie progressed from relatively simple sex play to more intense games of dominance and submission I understood completely. A woman didn’t have to be born a sadist to appreciate the pleasure of dominating a boy. Give a woman power over a good looking boy fifteen to twenty years younger than she is and that power becomes intoxicating. At some point it becomes all about having that power and using it.

   Aunt Emily started spanking David when he was twelve. He’d filled out some the year before and she’d noticed the bulge in his pants some mornings at breakfast. So she’d arranged to walk in on the boy one afternoon when she heard his bed squeaking. She knew that sound, she knew that rhythm. She’d caught David jerking off. She’d interrupted him before he’d shot his load. He’d been humiliated. He tried to cover himself with the sheet but his Aunt wouldn’t let him. She’d told the boy to finish what he’d started. While she watched.And critiqued his performance. It’d taken him forever to get off with her watching him like that and her making snide comments about his technique and the size of his penis. But finally he’d come. His spunk shot out and landed on the sheet.

     Aunt Emily made him get on his knees and lick all his cum off the bed. He’d been naked when he started. On his knees his butt stuck up in the air and before he could even finish lapping up his own cum his Aunt Emily started to whip his ass. She used his belt. And hit him two dozen times. David had bucked and started to turn over to get away from the belt biting into his butt but Aunt Emily grabbed him by the hair and told him to hold still. She’d told the impressionable thirteen year old boy he’d been naughty to play with himself like that. He’d been selfish. The only reason little boy’s like him had a penis was to eventually provide pleasure to a woman, a woman like her. How dare he jack off in secret and waste a good boner. David had flinched at her words. And at the dozen more blows to his butt. But he’d stayed as still as he could for his Aunt Emily. He didn’t know what else to do.

     It became a daily ritual. After school David would fetch his Auntie’s cigarettes, pour her a glass of wine then strip for her and stand in front of her and play with himself without shooting off until she told him to come. She’d smoke and sip her wine and use a paddle or a cane or a whip on his butt. David learned to get hard and stay hard for Auntie without climaxing. She’d punish him if he came before she said he could. And she’d berate him if he didn’t come. So either way David was made to feel insignificant and shitty. But the boy had nowhere else to turn and his Dad didn’t seem to care what his little sister did to his son.

     David even asked his Aunt why his Dad was so distant. Auntie Emmy said it was because young David was worthless and his dad was embarrassed by him. She told David even his own Mom couldn’t find a way to love him. So she’d run off rather than stay with David. David’s Mom had known her boy was no good the moment she set eyes on him. Aunt Emily told David he was lucky she took such and interest in him because nobody else gave a shit whether he lived or died. After that little episode the woman was ruthlessly cruel with the budding teenaged boy. She sounded like my kind of girl.

     After all that background David finally got to the part about why he hadn’t seen his Aunt in two years. And why he was so frightened of her. It happened when he turned sixteen. She still made him jack off in front of her. But she’d added a twist by then. She’d order him to get a hardon, let him jack off for a few minutes, then order him to make his dick go limp. Without touching himself. Of course the healthy and typically horny teen couldn’t do that. So Auntie would have to help him get his cock to go soft.

     A good whipping did the trick. At first. But after a couple months even that couldn’t get rid of David’s boner. Because his Auntie Emmy had decided she didn’t want him to play with himself unless she was with him. And to help him keep his hand off his cock she came up with a down and dirty chastity device. It was simple really. She used packing tape and taped his cock to his balls then taped all that to his leg. If he needed to take a piss he had to get Auntie to cut the tape covering the end of his dick. She’d take him in the bathroom and hold his penis while he peed. If he got hard while she fondled his cock and she hadn’t said he could she’d beat him. If she told him to get a boner and he didn’t she’d beat him. And sometimes she’d beat him even when he got his dick to do what Auntie Emily told him to.

    So one day after he’d just turned sixteen his Aunt smacked him hard in the mouth after he’d peed. David had no idea why. By then it didn’t matter to the boy. If his Aunt wanted to hit him she could. Anyway, he said his lower lip swelled up. His Aunt looked at him standing there naked with a big lower lip all red and swollen so it looked like he was pouting and said with his dick tucked between his legs and his long hair and his big girly lips maybe her nephew would make a better female than male. Since he couldn’t control his cock anyway. She’d laughed at her own joke then tossed David a pair of her panties and told the boy to put them on. He’d done it. And she’d liked how he looked standing there crying in her frilly red panties. His cock was pushed down and back between his legs and taped down real tight so from the front you could hardly tell he had a dick.

    Aunt Emmy made him sit at her makeup table so she could put lipstick and rouge and powder on him. She put some gunk on his eye lashes then fixed his longish hair with spray and gel so it looked like a girl’s hair. She

Told him he looked adorable. David was mortified when he looked in the mirror. He hated it. That just made his Aunt like it even more. So she got one of her bras, put it on him then stuffed it with some toilet paper. She put a low cut blouse on him next followed by a short, tight skirt.  She even made him put on a pair of her six inch heels even though they were too small for his feet and he tripped and fell whenever she made him walk around the bedroom.

     David hated being sissified that way. But Auntie Emily loved it. She started calling him Daisy. She started dressing him up like a slutty whore three or four times a week. Every time she did it she got better at it. After a few months the boy really did look like a girl with his makeup and his fingernail polish and his hair fixed and his dick taped securely between his legs. Aunt Emily even found a pair of six inch heels that fit him. She drilled him for hours on how to walk in them until the teenaged boy could sashay around like a hooker desperate to catch the eye of a john. She kept telling the boy he made a much better girl than he did a boy. Nobody would ever love him as a boy but she knew several men who’d love him as a girl. It was when she said she should cut off his prick and take him to a biker bar so all the big hard men could see what a pretty little sissy her Daisy was that the boy decided he had to get away from his Aunt.

     He studied his ass off in school, worked out like an animal in the pool and plotted his escape. He passed the G.E.D at seventeen, got a scholarship at William and Mary and left California and his kinky Aunt behind. He’d thought he’d left his kinky life behind too even though he still had wet dreams about Auntie holding his dick while he peed and Auntie whacking his ass whenever she pleased. David was actually making progress in getting his life back. The kid could hope again, dream again, laugh again. Until Tricia sent him that fake text froom his best friend Jimmy and David foolish climbed into her car eight hours ago.

     I’d kept mostly still while the boy recounted his tale.  When he ran out of steam she’d stroke his dick and get him super hard again then smack his butt a few times to remind him of the fun and scary times with his Aunt. That seemed to do the trick. David would take a breath and talk for another ten minutes and eventually I got the whole story out of the boy. And the key to David’s worst fear. It was funny really. The boy seemed relieved when he finished telling me all about how he’d been forced to be a sissy. Well, I was going to make sure his relief was short lived. It was time for David to have his hair done and his nails done and his lips glossed and his cock taped to his leg again. Only I had a much better way to tuck the boy’s big hard dick out of the way.

“Get a hard on for me David. Like you used to do for your Auntie. Come on Daisy. Make it big and hard for me. Make it hard or I’ll have to whip your ass. Bad. Like Auntie used to do.”

     His hands were bound to the cross so he couldn’t jack off. I asked if he’d like her help. He said yes Mistress so I started to jack him off. He had an enormous erection in no time. As soon as he was fully engorged I told him to make it go limp. Of course I kept my fingers wrapped around the boy’s throbbing member though. David didn’t have a chance. He could no more get rid of his boner than he could fly. Which exactly what I wanted.

“Need help making it go soft sweetheart? By the way hon, I see why your Aunt wanted to turn you into a girl. With your high cheek bones and delicate features and those lovely long lashes you do look more like a girl than a boy. What do you want to bet if I got you all made up you’re buddy Jimmy over there would want to fuck you. Wouldn’t that be fun? I could take pictures of Jimmy sliding his dick down your throat and up your ass then send them to all your swimming buddies back at school. Think they’d like that Daisy? That’s what we’ll have to start calling you if I turn you into a girl. Daisy. We’ll call you daisycunt. It’s a good name for pussy boy don’t you think?  I’m so lucky I found daisycunt and jimmyslut.”

     The boy started to cry. His body was so tense I could see every muscle fiberstraining,his whole body rigid, vibrating. It was glorious. Losing his masculinity was his biggest fear. I knew how to control him now, how to make him mine. I was about to get some lipstick for David/Daisy when Trica let out this ungodly howl of pure delight.Followed immediately by the most desperate boy groan I’d heard in months. I looked over their way and saw Trish had moved from the jimmyslut’s face and tongue to his cock. She had him buried deep inside her. I’d pumped enough Cialis into the boy to know he’d stay hard for my oversexed lover no matter what she did to him. Even when she used those amazing muscles around her vagina to clamp the boy’s cock in a vice like grip that always made the boy’s beg for mercy.

     Sure enough jimmyslut was pleading with Tricia to stop. At least that’s what I assumed he was saying. With his tongue so fucked up like it was I couldn’t really understand the boy.  But I knew Trish. And I knew what it meant when she arched her back like that and she had her stomach muscles all flat and hard and rigid like they were. She was trying to squeeze the boy’s cock down to a pulp. She wouldn’t succeed of course but to jimmyyslut it’d feel like she had. The girl worked on those muscles every damn day. She’d progressed way beyond the basic Kegel exercises. I’d had my fingers inside my lover’s slit when she clamped down as hard as she could. It felt like she’d crush the bones to mush. Then she’d started those wave-like contractions that seemed to draw my hand into that dark wet slit even further. She was doing that to jimmyslut now. I could tell. His pathetic screams and his thrashing body was a dead give a way.

     I couldn’t resist. I left David in mid jack off  and went to my lover. I wrapped my arms around her body, kissed her on her shoulder, licked her left breast, sucked her tit into my mouth, nibbled at that firm little nipple until I felt her body start to spasm. She was climaxing now. Her grip on jimmyslut’s cock would become a secondary focus compared to her sexual pleasure. No matter. I freed one arm from my lover’s body and punched the boy in the nuts. His body lurched. I hit him again. And again. His body went crazy jerking and twitching and bucking. But not as crazy as Tricia’s body did as a pure, unadulterated sexual-sadistic lust took over her entire being. My lover was climbing her way to a continuous orgasm. And I’d do everything I could to help her stay at that peak of wicked and cruel ecstasy. I kept punching jimmyslut’s balls until finally, after ten delightful minutes of sex and torture and the most savage cruelty his body went still and the boy passed out. Trish opened her eyes and smiled at me, her face soaked with sweat, her own body spent from the exertion of a ten minute climax.

      We took some time to rest and compose ourselves. Fifteen years ago we were both young enough and energetic enough we’d have revived the boy right away and switched places so I could use him as my fuck toy while Trish beat his balls to a pulp. But we were in our thirties now. We paced ourselves. Sometimes I missed the frantic pace and sheer pleasure of torturing a boy for hours at a time without rest, without reservation. Then again, there was something to be said for talking the time to enjoy just how evil you’d just been to a sweet innocent young boy like jimmyslut, a boy who didn’t deserve any of the wicked games Trish and I had played with him. I was a mature, worldly woman now. Reflecting on the many pleasures of unrestrained sexual sadism brought its own satisfaction.

“God that was good fucking. You did good picking this one up Mandy. He doesn’t have the biggest dick but God can he use his body. Thanks for that by the way. I thought I’d gone to heaven when you started pounding his balls.”

    I laughed. And kissed her sumptuous lips. That’s all it took. She grabbed my hand and we ran to the bed and in seconds we were on each other, in each other, totally with each other. Sex after torturing a boy is always so fine, so intense. The orgasms Trish had just had riding jimmyslut’s prick were a mere warmup for what we did to each other. It’d been awhile since we’d shared this kind of passion. It was good to be back in this place with my sexy and cruel lover. I forgot about the boys for a bit. They weren’t going anywhere. We’d get back to them. Right now I wanted to cuddle with my BFF and longtime lover. I hadn’t seen her in weeks. We had a lot of catching up to do.

“Hey babe. It’s great to see you have that kind of fun. I’ve missed Trish. Especially your hot wet pussy.And your evil ways with boys. So, you have fun up in D.C? See anybody we both know?”

“Kim was there. So was Lauren. They said to say hi. Oh, I invited them to come down to La Gloria with us next month. We’ll do our usual thing with some wetback boys and also have a little celebration party. Our two little girls got their first kill last week. We didn’t have time to get into details at the seminar. But apparently Kim and Lauren did a soldier boy. Just back from Iraq. From what they said he was a nice kid. Kim said he was one of the most decent guys she’s met. They did him anyway of course.”

     Kim and Lauren were young nurses Tricia had taught in school. She’d recognized the sadist in both girls and, well, girls with our interest have a knack for finding one another and bonding. Neither Trish nor I had kids. So we both enjoyed finding cruel young women we could mentor and help. Passing on the knowledge and tricks we’d picked up torturing boys almost seemed like an obligation. The trip to la Gloria was a semiannual thing. Trish had a ranch down in Mexico just south of the little town of La Gloria. The ranch is secluded and private and it’s convenient to the resort playgrounds of Playa del Carmen. Cancun and Cozumel, all places where healthy young men congregate during spring break. Tricia and I always went down to her ranch at spring break. Before Trish bought the place we hunted boys down in Florida in the spring. But Mexico’s better. The police down there are so corrupt. You’d be surprised how little it costs to cover up an American boy’s disappearance. Aussie and European boys cost even less.

“How’d they snuff their G.I. Joe? Did they have time to say?”

“Not really. Kim said they tried some of the games from those Chelsey Cain books you like so much. Lauren injected drain cleaner into the boy. She said it was hilarious the way he shrieked and jerked as the caustic chemical burned him from the inside. After a couple hours killing off parts of his body those two vixens set him on fire. Lauren said the boy had a thing about soldiers getting burned alive. His best buddy got burned alive in Iraq or somewhere. I guess the girls had a thing about boys burning in fire  too. Although I’ll bet that boy’s thing about fire was a different kind of a thing than Kim and Lauren’s. Those two girls are born sadists if I ever met any. I can’t wait to hear allabout the snuff.”

“Me too. Those two really are something. I’m glad you found them. God they’re creative. And so enthusiastic. Our girls are grownups now. They’ve killed their first boy just for fun. I almost envy them, to be that young, that eager. Now I know how my Mom and Aunt Becky felt when I got my first snuff. I’m proud of our girls but at the same time it makes me wonder if I’m getting old.”

“God, it does makes you feel old doesn’t it Mandy? I remember our first snuff. Doing our Dads in that cabin.Jesus that was fun.That was more than fifteen years ago lover. Now we’re listening to stories from our two young protégés. The way they describe that boy’s death had me wet. Although there’s something troubling my former students. They want to talk to us about something when we all get together. But they did treasure their very first snuff. And they did it together. Just like we did all that time ago. Time really flies when you spend the best part of your days torturing boys.”

“Speaking of which Trish darling. We’re not so old we don’t know how to have some fun with the boys we’ve got right. You said you wanted try out that new cock torture on jimmyslut. I assume it’s going to be fatal. Well, let’s get to it girl. Let’s make our own snuff story to tell Kim and Lauren when they get here.”

“You got it babe. Let’s make a beautifulstory of our own with these two boys Mandy hon. Helpme unpack my duffle bag. It’s time to snuff jimmyslut.”