Amanda Plays for Keeps

  As I pulled onto the ramp the SUV's headlights swept across a boy standing by the road. With his thumb stuck out. He was shivering and looking miserable. In the light rain I smiled. He was alone. I laughed. My lucky day. The sadist in me kicked in. I licked my lips. He was a good looking kid. Young. Fit. He looked like a nice kid too, like a polite boy. He looked desperate for a ride. Should I take a chance on this one? I had maybe three seconds to make up my mind. I’m the kind of woman who likes a little adventure in her life. But what I like most of all is torturing boys. Boys like the one standing by the side of the road. I have a thing for nice, polite good looking young boys. Just the thought of abusing them turns me on. I decided. I stopped. I wondered who’ll miss him when he’s gone.

  I hadn't tortured a boy in weeks. Unless you count what I do to my sons Tommy and Billy. But I don't. Oh, I hurt my boys alright. I torture them every chance I get. What self-respecting sadistic Mommy would? But they belong to me now. I own them. I know them too well. It’s not the same thrill as it was the first year I started using them for my own wicked pleasure. Now I hurt my boys because it’s fun. Sometimes it’s satisfying too. But mostly tying up my Tommy and Billy so I can whip them and burn them and rape their little boy butts with my massive dildos is a pleasant way to pass the time until something better comes along. And something better, something truly fun, something really satisfying comes when I get to go all the way with a boy. When I get to snuff a boy. Like the kid standing by the road. He was a stranger. I could take him and nobody would know. I could let myself get carried away with this boy. No other cars or people were in sight when I pulled over. My sweet prey ran up to my car. I invited him in.

"Hi. Where you headed hon? Need a ride? Get in out of the rain sweetheart. I won't bite."

  I'm thirty four. And attractive. I’m blond too. Blonds have more fun. And they appeal to young boys more too. At least in my experience they do. So I can get away with calling a twenty something year old guy ‘hon’ and ‘sweetheart’. I was on highway 17 headed east. We were miles away from where I live. I didn’t hunt in my own back yard. No need to give the cops any more clues than necessary when this kid disappeared. The boy opened the door and smiled tentatively at me and tossed his backpack behind the front seat. I shivered with anticipation. I love the shy ones, the humble ones. He said thanks, smiled at me and hopped right in. He had a lovely smile. It was the kind of smile a boy desperate for affection and approval would smile. Just like my son Tommy’s smile. Hurting this one was going to be so much fun. He’d be so upset when I betrayed his trust.

  He was so trusting he didn't even ask where I was headed. That's why I love to hunt in the rain. Boy's let their guard down after they get a little cold and wet. Especially when it's a woman offering a ride. I wasn't surprised he got in the SUV. What kid is going to feel threatened by good looking blond, five foot seven, one hundred ten pound, blue eyed thirty four year old woman who looks just like any other cute suburban soccer Mom? Which is exactly what I am. A cruel and wicked Mom who can blend in with all the other soccer Moms in the suburbs. Hell, my fifteen year old son Billy even plays soccer. He's not very good at it. At least not anymore since I married his dad. Poor boy. Mommy whips him and busts his balls and rams big fat rubber cocks up his ass so hard and so often he's usually too sore to practice much. But I make him play so he can meet other boys his age. Occasionally he meets an interesting boy, a boy use for my own wicked needs. My son’s brought home three boys for Mommy to play with. None of them left the house alive. I didn’t expect my hitch hiker to survive what I had in mind either.

  So, yeah, I guess I'm not your typical soccer Mom. But I bet I have a hell of a lot more fun. Because I just love to torture boys. It's a special talent. You’d be surprised just how many cruel and wicked Moms are out there. Most women just need a little encouragement and the right situation to let their naughty side out. I know two other Moms at my son's school who torture boys. One of the teachers is into it too. And like me I figure they make their own opportunities when they can. So what if my interest in my son's friends has nothing to do with whether or not they're good influences on him or not. So what if  I’m just looking for another boy to torture and hurt and maybe snuff every time my boys bring a friend over to play, I’ve gotten away with it for over half my life. As long as I’m careful I expect to get away with it till I’m too old to pick up a whip.

  Obviously I don't flaunt my darker inner needs out in public. None of my neighbors would guess I sometimes keep boys tied up in my basement. I dress like all the other hip suburban Moms. I smile like a caring, loving Mom and talk like that kind of dull vanilla Mom. Until I have a boy all tied up. Then I let my inner sadist out. And have some real fun.  But my cute little hitchhiker didn't know that about me yet.

  I probably reminded the kid of his own Mommy. So he felt safe and comfortable getting into my car. Until I hit him with the stun gun. He was still wet from standing in the rain. The electric jolt did a real number on him. He flopped around quite nicely for me. His eyes bulged out in pain and his arms and legs were twitching like he was having some kind of a fit. It was hilarious. If he'd been weaker it probably would have killed him. And spoiled all my fun.

  Later I checked his wallet and found out he was twenty. The perfect age. I'd guessed he was a student from the college up the road when I stopped. He had on sweat shirt with their name and I'd stopped less than five miles from the campus. He looked like he played sports of some kind. He was in shape. Goody. I like when they're strong and have lots of stamina. They're so much more fun to torture if they don't pass out the first time they feel a little bit of excruciating pain.

  I waited till he had the door closed and his seat belt fastened before I jammed the stun gun in his crotch and pressed the trigger down for a good five seconds. That always takes the fight out of a boy.  His body did that lovely little dance, all those lovely spasms when his muscles went all rigid and he shook and jerked. He tried to scream but his jaw was locked up as wave after wave of delicious agony washed over his body. So he just squeaked. I laughed and shoved the gun between his legs again. I fired off another good five second jolt into the boy's gonads and enjoyed watching his body's agonized dance. But time is of the essence when you're snatching a boy off the street. So I quickly finished subduing my prey.

  I had the SUV all setup to snatch a boy like this. So first I cuffed his hands behind his seat then I cuffed his ankles. The ankle cuffs were attached to a chain running under his seat. That took about forty seconds. I practice this on my Billy. So I know I can get a kid cuffed and chained in little more than a minute. I keep the stun gun and the cuffs and chain and shock collar pre-positioned. I checked and there were still no other cars around so I slipped the collar around his neck and buckled it. The chain I'd cuffed his feet to went under the seat and up the seat back to a Velcro strap. I pulled the end free and ran it through the posts in the head rest. I pulled it tight to remove all the slack then snapped the chain securely to the dog collar. Last thing I did before driving off was lean over the boy and lower his seat to its fully reclined position.

  And it was done. Two minutes after I'd first spotted him I was pulling back onto the highway and headed home with my newest victim. His hands were cuffed behind him and wrapped around behind his seat. His feet were cuffed and attached by a chain to a collar around his neck. He wasn’t going to escape and he wasn’t going to give me any trouble. Given the dark and the rain and the remote location I was pretty sure nobody saw me. And even if they did it wouldn't matter. I was in a dark grey SUV. There were thousands on the road. I'd unscrewed the little light over the license plate before I left home. Nobody could read the plate. It was a clean snatch.

"What's you name sweetie? I'm Amanda. Amanda Ryan."

"Whatttt, ahhhh, umphhh."

  I laughed. He was still groggy from the stun gun. It'd wear off. No lasting damage. I'd save that kind of fun for later. Eventually I’d snuff him. But I was in no hurry. I liked to get intimate with my boys when I tortured them. So I tried to keep him talking, get him involved with what was happening to him. Somehow it made it more fun for me if the guy was scared.

"It'll pass baby. And then you and I can have all sorts of fun together. This should be every boy's fantasy huh? Getting kidnapped by a good looking over sexed woman and taken to a secret place for a week of wild fucking and booze and wicked, wicked fun."

"Is, ahhh, is that what's this is all about? You, ahhh, you want to have sex with me?"

"Sure baby. But that's just a start. Mostly I want to hurt you. I'm going to hurt you bad honey. Real bad.  I hate to break it to you like this but you might not make it baby. You might not survive our time together. I like to play rough babe. Rough enough to kill. But that can be fun too. At least for me."

  I'd decided to let this one know right away what was in store for him. Although they never believe me at first. I don't always tell them at the start. But I'd zapped this kid pretty good. And cuffed him. So if he was as bright as he looked he'd have it figured out on his own soon enough. I was pleased by his response. He believed me! And he was going to fight me! God I love it when they put up a fight. Boys are so cute when they try to show how tough they are.

"You fucking crazy bitch. You won't get away with this. They'll come looking for me."

"Who's going to look baby? Is somebody expecting you?"

  The collar was a shock collar. For a large dog. The batteries were fresh. I gave him a five second jolt. By the time I was done his tongue was hanging out of his mouth and he was drooling. His breathing was ragged, labored. I let him rest for a few seconds then hit him again with a head jerking jolt. He clammed up at that. But I was in a good mood. I wanted the kid to talk. Knowing more about him, about his goals, his aspiration, what he intended to do with his life, well it made it more exciting when I took away his hopes and his dreams and his future. So I gave him some incentive to talk to me. I picked up the remote from the cup holder in the center console and pressed the red button.

"You might as well learn to do as you’re told from now on honey. I can keep this up all night. I have a dozen fresh batteries in back. Besides, there's always this."

  Traffic was light. So I jammed the stun gun between his legs again and squeezed the trigger. His body started to flop and jerk and do all sorts of lovely things. All he could do was grunt and sputter as the agony overwhelmed his senses. It was fun watching his body contort and twist the way it did. And I loved the way his legs kicked and jerked when I shocked him. The chain connecting his cuffed ankles to the collar around his neck would get pulled taunt and the boy would basically choke himself every time I zapped him.

  So I played with him some. I zapped him for a second or two, stopped for four or five seconds then hit him with the stun gun again. I must have done that a dozen times before a big tractor trailer started to overtake me. I quit torturing the boy long enough to let the truck pass. I zapped him three more times before I got back to interrogating him.

"Let's start fresh shall we sweetheart. I'm Amanda. I'm going to hurt you as much as I want. You can control how much I hurt you by cooperating. All I want you to do is obey me and do what I say. OK honey. Now, what's your name, how old are you, where do you live? And just who do you think is going to come looking for you?"

  He talked. He told me everything. Thy almost always do. We were an hour's drive from my play space. I learned all I needed to know about Jimmy Copeland in that hour.

  He was twenty one. He was on the swim team. He was a better swimmer than student. This semester hadn't been good grade wise. He was at risk of losing his scholarship if his grades didn't improve. He was from Texas, his parents were divorced. His Dad was recently unemployed. He'd decided to use the long Thanksgiving weekend to hitch hike to see a girl he met at a party weeks ago. She was at Columbia. Three hundred miles away in In New York. She didn't know he was coming. He hadn't told any of his friends or his parents what he was up to. And he really, really hated the training collar around his neck. I smiled when he told me that. And zapped him half a dozen times to let him know who was in control.

  There's not much you can do to a boy while you're driving by yourself. I hit him with the stun gun a bunch of times. I'd had two fully charged units when I stopped to pick Jimmy up. They were both about drained and we were still fifteen minutes from my play space. I still felt like hurting the boy so I punched in the cigarette lighter and waited for it to get hot. I love burning little boys where it hurts the most.

  When the lighter popped out I lit up a Virginia Slim then pressed the lighter's metal ring, still glowing hot and orange, against the inside of Jimmy's left thigh. Up high near his balls. It burned through his jeans in no time. Then started burning his lovely young flesh. His scream was delightful. He even cursed me again. I loved that he still had some fight in him. So I stuck the hot end of my cigarette in the hole I'd just burned in his jeans. I made sure the smoldering tip of my Virginia Slim was nestled against his left testicle and returned the lighter to its slot in the dashboard.

"Well, that was fun. How's it feel Jimmy? I don't mean the cigarette burning between your legs hon. I've burned lots of boys down there. I know it hurts sweetie. No, I mean how does it feel knowing I'm going to burn you like that over and over again. And that's just the start baby. I'm going to do other things to you. Things you can't imagine. Things that will most likely kill you honey. At least I hope so."

  He wanted to know why. He wanted to know what he'd done to deserve this. So I explained.

"You didn't do anything sweetie. Except getting born as a boy. A cute boy at that. I'm a sadist honey. Always have been, always will be. I burned my first boy like that when I was thirteen.  I snuffed my first one when I was seventeen. I like torturing boys. Especially boys like you. Luckily for me you just happened to be at the right place at the right time. And, no,  you don't deserve this hon. None of the boys I torture deserves what I do to them. That's what makes it so precious and so wicked and so delicious. And so good for me."

  He started to cry then. So I shocked him. First with the collar around his neck then with a stun gun pressed between his legs. We were only about five minutes from my place. So I kept it up the whole rest of the way. He was bawling uncontrollably when I pulled into the garage bay and closed the door behind us.

"Jimmy. We're here sweetheart. Welcome to your new home honey. This is the place where I steal your future from you. And probably end your life. Now, let's get you out of the car and into the studio. I have some new equipment I'm eager to try out."

  I've brought dozens of boys to my secret hide away. It's an old warehouse downtown. I had my first husband buy it for me before he had his fatal 'accident'. The building is an old two story brick structure on the edge of town. It's a plain building and it has its own fenced off parking space with a remote control gate. It's real private. And because it's in an industrial section nobody pays attention if I bring a boy home in the middle of the night.  It's owned by a dummy corporation I had my late hubby setup. If something goes wrong I can torch the place to destroy any evidence. There'll be nothing left to trace back to me. But that's not going to happen. I'm careful when I snatch my boys and bring them here.

  I've been at this for quite a few years. I know what to do. But I wasn't always this careful. I used to snuff my victims at home. Once I'd made my first husband my submissive slave and cuckold I felt comfortable keeping boys in my basement. And it would have been fine if we hadn't had that pipe burst. It happened the weekend I went to a femdom convention in Boston. I took my husband with me to show him off to a couple of Dominas I'd met the previous year.

  The supply line to the water heater sprang a leak. And flooded the basement. I'd left a boy chained down in a hole in  the floor. He drowned. Which was such a waste. I was looking forward to smothering him to death myself. I was only twenty years old then. I'd been a pro Dominatrix for two years. I shared a studio with three other Dominas. I enjoyed dominating men professionally. It was good money for a twenty year old college dropout. But with those clients you have to be safe and sane. A girl couldn't let herself get carried away and allow herself to savor the ultimate sadistic treat a good slow snuff. And that cramps my style. I'm really more of a sadist than a dominatrix. But hey, you take your fun where you can.

  Anyway, I started picking up anonymous boys at bars, or runaways at the bus station, or along the side of the road when they hitchhiked. I wasn't choosy. I found boys where ever I could. I wanted to torture them for my own pleasure and to explore and push my own limits. I was tired of catering to the guy's fantasies and respecting his limits. I wanted to hurt a boy so bad it'd change his life forever.

  That kid I'd chained in the basement would have been my fifth snuff. It wasn't just about killing them. I liked to torture them mostly. So when a boy died it was almost sad. I couldn't have any more cruel fun with him. But there are plenty of boys out there. And they're so easy to trick and to seduce. So killing a boy never really bothered me. In fact, it's a unique kind of thrill. It gets addictive if you let it. And I was in a position to let it.

  But I needed a place to keep my boys while I played with them before I snuffed them. We had plenty of space in the basement. It was completely underground, there was only the one door to the upstairs and the ceiling was high enough I could hang a man from the ceiling. And I had plenty of overhead space to use a whip on him.

  So I start keeping boys down there. Until the leak. We got back from Boston and I went down to check on the kid I'd snatched from the bus station. And found him six inches under water. At least it looked like it took him awhile to die. There was enough slack in the chains for him to lift his head above the water line. But it would have been tiring. I could just imagine how he'd struggled to keep his nose and mouth above water. And he'd get weaker and more tired by the minute. I've heard drowning is a terrifying and agonizing experience. From the grimace frozen on that boy's face I was pretty sure his last hour or two had been pure hell. I was just sorry I hadn't been there to see it.

  Anyway, I sent my then husband Frank down to cleanup before we called a plumber. And I have to say Frank did a pretty good job. He got the kid out and most of my toys. But there was water everywhere and things had floated around and some of the toys lodged in the most peculiar places.

  The damn plumber fixed the leak. And then showed us what he'd found stuck behind the water heater. There was my strapon harness with the nasty fifteen inch long, three inch diameter dildo attached. And there was a chastity device, the one with the sharp needles lining the inside that fits over a man's penis so nicely. I think the fool found a ball gag and maybe a butt plug too. He thought he was being real clever when he showed me the stuff he'd found. He said he'd added five hundred dollars to the bill to, 'you know, keep my mouth shut'.

  Well, I didn't want some clown plumber spreading stories about what he'd found in my basement. So I laughed and joked with him about how my prissy husband and a couple of his old prep school buddies liked to go down in the basement on boy's nights and play a different kind of poker. I was real flirty when I joked with the fat slob. And he'd seen my husband Frank when he started working on the leak. Frank was twenty five years older than me. And not the fittest man in town. I called my husband a limp dicked wimp in front of the dumb plumber hoping he’d take it as disgust with my husband faggot behavior. The plumber's name was Charlie. He was in way better shape than my Frank. I wanted Charlie to think that maybe I was interested in having a real man for a change. And of course he did. I know men. I know how to push their buttons.

  Thank god this was a good ten years ago before cell phone cameras were common place. So I was pretty sure the creep hadn't taken pictures. And he was jovial about it, actually more like smarmy and dirty-old-mannish about it. So I didn't think he'd found anything that would lead him to think a boy had died down there. I took the collection of toys he'd found, the things Frank had missed in cleaning up and wrote Charlie a check. For the original amount. And told him I could pay him the extra, plus an additional bonus, in someth8ing way better than cash if he'd meet me later that night. Alone. Without my husband. I winked when I said that. And stood real close to the man.

  The idiot agreed to meet me that night. I called him about ten. His wife answered. I said it was a plumbing emergency. I said my restaurant was flooded. I gave Charlie So an excuse to get out of the house without arousing his wife’s suspicions. I didn’t know he was married but I knew the woman would be better off without her man. I’d asked the plumber when he was at the house if his job was ever dangerous. He laughed it off and told me no but said he had a pretty healthy life insurance just in case. So I knew his wife would come out OK.  A woman should always max out her husband’s life insurance. Just in case. That’s the first thing I do when I marry a man. Of course I plan on killing my husbands.

I used a pay phone to call Charlie. And told him to meet up with me in a parking lot beneath the underpass by the metro station. The place is mostly vacant at night. There's no traffic and the cops seldom even drive by. And when they do they almost never get past the entrance. I had a submissive lawyer client who liked for me to meet him there and make him strip and bend over his trunk while I sodomized him outside in the open. The freak needed to be in a semi-public place to get off. I knew the place was secluded and deserted that time of night.

  I flashed my lights when I saw his truck. I'd parked in a corner near a couple of other cars. I was wearing leather pants, a tight black spandex long sleeved top, leather gloves and black leather boots with a four inch heel. Thick heels, not stilettoes. I'd need to be able to move when I did Charlie. I looked hot in the outfit, like cat woman. I went to the driver's side of his truck and unzipped my top until my nipples started to show. Then I told him to scoot over so we could have some fun.  He thought we were going to fuck. I let him believe that.

  I needed him on the passenger side so he couldn't honk the horn when I snuffed him. When I got in I sat on his lap so I was facing him. My feet were on the seat so my legs were bent up on either side of him. I'd zipped my top up enough so there wasn't much skin showing anymore. Didn't want to leave any DNA. I let my tits rub against his chest and when he leaned in to kiss me I slipped the wire around his neck. And pulled it tight. And squeezed my legs together to pin his arms to his side.

  He jerked and fought of course. But I was ready. With my back braced against the dash and my knees jammed against his chest I was able to get really good leverage. I'd made the wire garrote that afternoon after he left. For handles I used pipe fittings left over from the work he'd done on the water heater. They gave me an excellent grip as I strangled the man. I thought that was a nice touch, using plumbing waste to waste a plumber. Anyway, the L shaped pipes made perfect handles. I was able to pull the wire tight enough to cut through his skin. He didn’t bleed too bad. And he died slow enough so it was fun for me.

  Once I had it tight enough so he couldn't breathe I twisted it around his neck once more then wrapped it around the head rest so I could free me hands. I punch him in the face a bunch of times. My gloves were studded. I wanted to bruise him and mess him up real bad some before he died. They can tell if a beating occurs before or after death. I wanted the cops to think my plumber had been lured to this desolate place for a garden variety robbery. Or for some kind of revenge. Or a drug deal gone bad. Anything so they didn’t think it was a hot twenty year old girl just out for some wicked fun.

  It took him about five minutes to stop struggling. God it was fun riding him like that in his truck. He looked so shocked that I was strangling him to death. It was funny how he looked at me like I’d betrayed him. Guess the dumb fuck didn’t expect a woman to take the initiative. Anyway, I kept hitting him and beating on him the whole time. I'm pretty sure I broke his nose. And I know I gouged out one of his eyes. He really fought back then. I almost got bucked off him. I have to say, ole Charlie the plumber gave me a hell of a ride. It was fun.

  Once he stopped moving I slipped a plastic bag over his head and wrapped the wire from the garrote around the bottom. I kept the garrote tight around his neck for good measure. I was pretty sure he was dead but why take chances. Usually when I snuffed a boy I didn't leave the bodies behind to be found. I hadn't killed any husbands yet. I didn't have experience staging a murder so I wasn't implicated. I was in a hurry but I wanted to cover all the bases. I'd made a mistake letting Charlie into my basement without first making sure all my toys were hidden. I was still learning to be careful.

  I dragged the man's body into the back of his truck through the gap in the seats. I left the plastic bag tied over his head while I went through his pockets and took his keys, his wallet and the ring from his finger. I even picked through his tools and took what I thought were the most valuable, a drill and some sort of saw like contraption.

  There was a bunch of old galvanized pipe in back. I guessed he'd ripped it out from some job. One piece was about two feet long and two inches in diameter. I pulled Charlie's pants down to his knees and shoved the pipe up his ass. It wasn't as fun as using a strapon on a live victim but what the hell. I wanted to make it look like my plumber friend had met up with a perverted sex maniac. They never suspect a woman of doing things like this. So I poked the pipe around inside Charlie's dead body a dozen times. Then I checked the truck to make sure I hadn't left any clues. All that took another ten minutes.

  It's funny. The plastic bag was clear and I could see his face while I went through his pockets. He was looking up at me, his eyes dead, his skin all pale, his mouth distorted in a silent scream. And it didn't creep me out. I liked it actually. I'd done that to Charlie. I probably didn't have to snuff him. But I'd killed him anyway. And in a pretty violent manner. It'd been a very intimate kill. I'd loved it. I was turned on by it. In some way it made up for not being able to watch that boy slowly drowning to death. I was sure I'd have to find another man pretty soon so I could strangle him real slow.

  Poor Charlie. All he'd seen was a few sex toys. It shouldn't have meant his death. But I had worked to separate my Dom life from the I'm-just-a-vanilla-wife life I’d constructed for my neighbor’s consuption. My instincts said keeping my sadistic nature hidden was vital. And as it turned out when I started snuffing my various husbands for profit I'm glad my suburban neighbors were in the dark about how I liked to have fun. The cops were ignorant too. Well, all but one subbie little detective I knew and used before I snuffed him too.

  So I knew killing Charlie had been good and right and fun. Even if it hadn't strictly been necessary. The man was dead. He was staring up at me still grimacing in pain. I fucking loved it. I was laughing as I put my loot in another plastic bag then checked on Charlie one last time. His eyes were cloudy, his lips were purple and he had no pulse. I unwound the wire, took the bag off his head, got out and locked up the truck. I dragged the plastic bag with his stuff over to my car, opened the trunk then slipped out of my gloves and top, took off the leather pants, kicked off the boots and put it all in the bag with the rest. I was being careful to leave as little evidence as possible. I was learning to do this kind of kill so I could get away with it.

   I put that bag in another plastic bag, tied it off then heaved the whole thing in the trunk. Only then did I put on the jeans and blouse and sandals I'd brought with me. I had a can of gas in the trunk. I went back to the plumber's truck and poured the gas over the dead man and splashed a bunch in the truck. Then I used a cigarette and a match book as a fuse and went back to my car.

  Twenty minutes after that asshole plumber drove in the deserted lot I was on the highway headed home. I saw the flames start in the truck as I pulled out of the parking lot. The fire would confuse the crime scene.  The bag I'd stuffed Charles money and wallet and ring in went into a dumpster miles from the parking lot. I knew it was headed to the incinerator the next morning. After getting rid of that I went home and taught Frank a lesson he'd never forget. Snuffing my plumber had put me in a really good mood, a really wicked mood. Frank had to take three days off work I beat him so bad. And I raped his butt hard with the huge dildo he'd failed to clean up my man couldn’t stop shitting for a week. He had to wear diapers.

  Needless to say I quit playing with my lost boys at my own home after that. I'd keep a boy there for a day or two but I decided not to snuff them at home. I needed a safe place for that kind of fun. So I spent the next four days with a realtor looking for a play space and eventually found the old warehouse. Frank setup a fake company, bought the place and I'm still using it today more than a dozen years later. And I've never had a problem here. Nobody's escaped. And nobody's come snooping around to see what's going on inside.

  And now here I am in my safe place with a new boy, my newest slave in training, my new young jimmyslut. And I had a new toy to try out on him.

"Well hon whaddaya think. Ready to have some fun."

  When he saw my new fucking machine jimmyslut started to hyperventilate. And cry. I think he was starting to get it. He was trapped. He wasn't going to get away. And I certainly wasn't going to show him any mercy. I hadn't broken his spirit yet but we'd made a good start. New boys are more fun when it takes longer.

  His hands were cuffed behind him and his ankles were shackled. I'd stripped his clothes off when I'd unloaded him from the SUV. I cut and burned his pants off and just ripped his shirt from his body. I wanted him to know he was naked forever now. There were no clothes for him here, no way to hide his body from me.

  While he was still chained up in the car I'd put fresh batteries in the training collar. As soon as he was out I zapped him good with the stun gun and while every muscle in his beautiful young body contracted so hard he was frozen like a statue I'd jammed a cattle prod up his ass. Between shocking him in his butt and jolting him around his neck I could control the boy and get him to move where I wanted him. And I wanted him up on a bench in position so my new fuck machine could get to his ass hole where I could ream him a nice big new one.

  He had a virgin ass. I'd noticed that when I shoved the prod up it. Once I had him on the bench and had his wrists and ankles strapped down nice and tight I played with the cattle prod some. Just to warm up his butt hole for the real fun. Even so, he screamed real nice every time I pressed the trigger and sent a trillion volts of electric up his ass.

  My newest fucking machine is state-of-the-art. It has a maximum twelve inch stroke. And a max speed of 250 strokes per minute. That's more than four a second. Put a three inch diameter dildo on the thing and you wouldn't believe how loud you can make a boy scream. Or how hard his body can thrash. It's a blast. And an excellent way to impress a boy with just how hopeless his situation is. Jimmy got the idea real quick. Fifteen minutes of hard butt fucking and the boy was incoherent. And unconscious. Just because I wanted to have a little fun with a virgin.

"You're not a virgin are you jimmyslut? You're a good looking boy. I bet you've fucked lots of girls. But the question is hon, have you ever been fucked?"

  His eyes were wide when I asked him that. I was fitting the massive dildo on my fuck machine. Jimmy was strapped down to a bench. On his back. With his butt hanging over the edge, a belt wrapped tight around his waist holding him down and in place. I had his ankles cuffed to an overhead frame so his legs were spread real wide. His butt hole was completely exposed and his cock and balls dangled off the edge of the bench. Poor boy.  He was terrified. Which was only smart.

"Please don't do this. Please. If you let me go I won't tell. I promise. I'll, ummm, I'll forget this ever happened."

"Really? You won't tell jimmyslave? How do I know I can trust you hon?"

  He started to cry then. I gloved up and slapped a little lube up his butt. And of course my fingers managed to slip up that tight young hole a few times while I worked the goo up his ass. I used just enough lube to let me jam my hand up his ass. I did it real quick. I shoved all five fingers in at once. Fast. Hard. I made a fist once my fingers were in so my hand was bigger going in. I knew it’d hurt the boy more. Feeling the boy's entire body clench itself tight against my hand up inside him felt too good. I worked my fist up inside his butt hole. I punched in and out past his sphincter a dozen times just to prolong his agony and prolong my fun. When I got bored with that I shoved my hand in as far as I could and started pinching things. He really screamed then. Good. I like a boy who can express the pain he's in.

"I know it hurts hon. The worst part is when I penetrated past your sphincter isn't it sweetie. That's why I rammed my fit in and out like that jimmyslut. That's it baby. Scream for Ms. Amanda. Scream and curse and feel the pain hon."

  God he was good. Sometimes I pick out slobby out-of-shape boys. No muscle tone. No stamina. I try to stick with the young, fit, good looking boys. The nice boys. The ones who least deserve to meet a woman like me. But I get fooled sometimes by their damn baggy clothes. Or I get in a rush cause I really, really want to do a boy. So I get boy's whose sphincter muscle wears out after just a few thrusts of my fist in and out. But jimmyslut, God he was good. I don't know what kind of exercises swimmer do but the kid had one of the tightest asses I'd ever fisted. And it stayed tight and clenched and super sensitive long after I'd tired of fist fucking him. So I wheeled my fucking machine over.

"See jimmyslave. I can adjust the height so the piston lines up perfectly with your hole. Once we get this one started I'll roll my old fucking machine over to the head of the bench so I can fuck your throat at the same time. Won't that be fun baby?"

  Before I moved the machine over I setup the video camera. I don't film all my boys but jimmyslave already seemed special. Besides I had a friend who'd enjoy watching this. She was out of town I expected her back tomorrow. I was going to call her and tell her all about jimmyslut. Trish had participated in most of my snuffs. We'd known each other since sixth grade. We'd been lovers since eight grade and we'd snuffed our first guy together when we were seventeen. Tricia and I were tight. We shared everything. I'd promised I'd include my BFF in my next one. And I knew she'd want to see how the preliminaries went with the victim before we killed the boy. It helps women like Trish and me get in the mood by watching torture vids. Especially if it's a boy we know.

  After setting up the camera it was easy getting things lined up to fuck jimmyslut. The Stallion sits in a metal frame that's on wheels. I can raise the wheels once it's in place and the whole machine settles down nice and solid on big rubber feet. But just to make sure I anchored the fucker to jimmyslut's bench with two steel rods custom made for just such a purpose. It centered the massive, wicked dildo right on the boy's hole. Then it was just a matter of turning the hand crank and getting the height right.

"How fast do you want me to start darlin? Don't know baby? That's OK. It's your first time. You'll know better the next time we fuck your butt. I'd recommend about a hundred strokes a minute. I'm going for eight inches of penetration right away. The middle speed will give you time to get used to it before I crank up the speed and the depth all the way."

  You should have seen the look on his face! It was precious. Pure unadulterated fear. He was already shaking so hard even his ass hole was bouncing around. And I had him strapped down about as tight as you can strap a boy down. Any tighter and I’d have cut off circulation to vital parts. And I wanted those parts fully functional and able to feel pain when I tortured him. So I'd had to leave some slack in the leather straps. But I could guide the dildo in the first couple of inches. After that he could move all he wanted. In fact, once I got the thing started up his butt I'd probably loosen his straps even more. I love to watch a boy jerk and twist and buck when I hurt him.

  I set the depth dial and the speed dial and rotated the gear by hand until I had the dildo pressed up against his ass. And laughed when he scrunched up his butt and pulled away. I jammed three fingers up his ass and twisted and pinched so he'd draw up even more. It worked. jimmyslut's whole body pulled as far away from my hand as it could.  A few turns on the clamp holding the fucking machine to the bench and the end of the dildo was lodged firmly against his ass hole. Jimmyslut couldn’t backa way anymore. I[‘d get the full length of the stroke inside him once I turned on the machine. The dildo penetrated a good two inches if he relaxed. But I wasn't going to let my prey relax just yet. Another three full turn of the gear and the dildo slid right up to his sphincter another two inches. And I hadn’t even turned on the motor yet.

  It was a knobby dildo. The first nine inches were really three balls each three inches in diameter. That way there'd be a series of thick and thin parts to punch through the boy's sphincter when I switched it on and the  shaft started it's intoxicating in and out motion. I leaned over the boy to get a good look at his face. I saw terror. So I licked his mouth and then I kissed him. He was taken by surprise. The idiot even kissed me back some. I pulled away and flicked the switch on. Immediately jimmyslut started to howl. And squeal. And shriek. Then he caught his breath enough to beg me to turn it off.

  Having ten inches of thick hard dildo thrusting in and out of your almost virgin butt a hundred times a minute is a rather rude way to start your evening. For the boy getting fucked at least. As for me watching him fight and scream and jerk and bang his head against the bench it was perfect. Jimmyslut was a screamer. God I was glad. Some guys clam up when you start to torture them. I don't know how they do it but the get all catatonic and shut down basically. Believe me it's a real bummer for a woman like me. Fortunately jimmyslave was real demonstrative.  He was going to be fun.

"How's it going hon? Ready for it to go deeper?"

  I loved to taunt my victims. Especially ones like jimmyslut who are so sensitive and aware of what's going on. He wouldn't stay that way fort long, not with what I planned on doing to him. So I had to enjoy this aspect of his torture now. He didn't disappoint. Somehow he managed to shake his head no. I thought I even heard the words 'dear god, please no'. But I couldn't be sure. His shrieks were pretty wild.

"OK. I can hold off on deeper until you're ready baby. But let's go faster shall we. It'll hurt more. A lot more. I promise."

  And it did. I doubled the speed to 200 thrust a minute. It's almost too fast in some ways. After a while the rhythm lulls the victim into a kind of stupor. So I used a feature I had added to my fuck machine. It's some sort of electronic brain that can control the speed and the depth of the fuck. It's setup to change those two things randomly. So there's no pattern.Iit might punch the dildo in ten inches for a few times at about sixty times a second then change to half a dozen six inch penetrations at 240 beats per minute. It keeps the prey off balance. And from the way all the boys react I’d say it's absolute hell. So of course I absolutely loved using it.

  Jimmylut did good on what I like to call the wild pony ride. His screams started to sound more like an animal's than anything human. And his body, god how it writhed and bucked and even started to convulse. The boy was a gem really. I'd have to find another swimmer if they were all this good. He was jerking so nice I decided to ride him. So I climbed up on the bench and straddled his chest with my legs. I wanted to see his reactions so I got on facing him. Once I was settled in I slid up toward his head until my crotch was pressed tight against his neck. He was still banging his head against the bench in a frenzy. It was about the only part of his body he could move. That worked out for me just fine. His chin felt so good the way he rammed it over and over into my crotch. I don't mind telling you it was a real turn on.

  So I stripped out of my jeans and panties and pushed myself forward till I felt chin and jaw against my pussy lips. Right away I had a short little impulsive orgasm. It caught me by surprise how quick I came. But the boy was suffering so, and his eyes held such fear and such pain. I was just so excited, so aroused knowing I was going to snuff this boy. So sue me, I climaxed. Call it premature ejaculation from over stimulation. Besides I was just getting started on my own orgasms and on the boy's complete destruction.

  The random program worked like magic. It kept jimmyslut off balance. He couldn't get used to the way his ass was being reamed. I rode the little slut's face for half an hour. I must have had a dozen orgasms. At the end it was just one long continuous climax for me. That's when it gets really good, when my body is writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy while the boy's body twists and convulses in sheer agony. It's for moments like that that I torture my boys. And it's for moments like that I'm glad I'm a sadist. No way straight sex could ever be this fulfilling.

"You're bleeding a little honey. But that's OK. I can fix that. Besides, you’re going to die of something much worse than blood loss. Trust me on that jimmyslut."

  When I'd finally satisfied myself fucking the boy's face I'd left him on the bench for a good ten minutes before I turned off the Stallion. There was some blood on the dildo when I backed it out of jimmyslut. Not much. But I knew I'd torn something inside him. It wasn't a surprise. He'd never been butt fucked before. And I'd raped him pretty hard for a first time. But my boy had done good. I'd had a fantastic time. And that's what it was all about, me having a fantastic time at my slut's expense.

  I shoved a wad of cotton up his ass. It was a roll actually. About the size of a can of Coke. It'd stop the bleeding at least temporarily. And it'd hurt him too. A winner all around. I left one end poking out his butt so I could pull the wad out later. And then I explained some things to my prey.

"Well baby. That was a good start. I'm going to start an I.V. hon. Don't worry. It's not poisoned. I just want you to stay strong and with it as long as possible slut. Oh, don't think this means I've changed my mind. I'm going to snuff you babe. I just want to make it last as long as I can. Besides, I have a friend who'd love to see this. She'll be here tomorrow. To help kill you honey. Won't that be nice."

  I hung a bag of saline from the overhead frame and pushed a needle into the vein on his left arm. My lover Tricia’s a nurse. She taught me all about starting I.Vs to keep a boy from going into shock. I taped the needle down real tight too. I was going to hurt him some more and I didn't want the thing pulling out when he started thrashing. jimmyslut would go into shock at some point. I was going to savage him too much for him not to. But I wanted to delay that as long as possible. It'd prolong his agony. And extend my fun.

"You see jimmyslut I can't help myself. I see a good looking nice boy like you and, well hon, I just get goose bumps. I just want to take you home and tie you up and hurt you. And snuff you. And make your last couple of days as hellish as I possibly can."

"Please don't hurt me anymore Ma'am. Please. I don't even know you. I never did anything to you. I promise not to tell. I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say. Just don't hurt me anymore."

  I had to laugh. Torture works. The boy was already promising to do whatever I said. And I'd only had him for a few hours. And god if he wasn't strong. I don't mean like he could lift a thousand pounds. He had staying power. I'd done far less to boys and had them pass out on me and stay out for hours. jimmyslut had lost consciousness after almost forty five minutes of the most brutal butt fucking I could give him. Even then the dear boy had bounced back amazingly fast. He was only out four or five minutes before he was groaning and begging me to stop. I might have to change my plans for this one. I might want to keep him alive for a couple months before I snuffed him. I could make him a real slave.

"What are you willing to do for me jimmyslut? When you say anything what does that mean?"

"Why do you , ahhh, I mean, ahhh, Ma'am. Why do you call me jimmyslut."

"Because that's what you are sweetie. You're my slut. You're name's James. So jimmyslut. Or jimmyslave. You belong to me now hon. I own you. Might as well get used to it. So jimmyslut, knowing that you're my slave, are you still willing to do anything for me?"

  He didn't know what to answer, I could see that in his face. He was trying to figure out what he could say to keep me from hurting him again. God he was cute. Still trying to extract himself from this mess. The kid still though he had choice, still thought he had a future. What a sweetheart. Killing him was going to be soooo much fun. Slowing myself down and making it last was going to be the hard part for me.

"Please ma'am. Pleassssseeee."

I slapped him. The hit him on his cheek half a dozen more times as hard as I could.

"You're my slave now jimmyslut. From now on you address me as Mistress. Or Ms. Amanda if my friend Tricia's here and you need to get my attention instead of hers. You'll address her as Mistress too. Unless we're both in the room then she's Ms. Tricia. Understood jimmyslave?"

  The boy nodded yes. He had tears in his eyes from the blows I'd given him. I smiled down at him, reached out and gently caressed his cheek. He flinched when I touched him. That made me feel all hot and excited inside. God, it was like he knew just how to turn me on.

"Now my sweet little jimmyslut. Will you do anything Mistress says?"

"Yes. Yes Mistress. If you don't hurt me again."

  I couldn't let that pass. It wasn't up to him how much I hurt him. Or how. Or when. But I'd pretty much decided I wanted to make him a real slave and keep him around for a few months. I'd torture him all that time of course. But I had an idea how he could be useful to me beyond being a simple snuff puppet. As long as he understood his place. So I grabbed his balls and squeezed. And kept squeezing and pulling and twisting until he cried out in agony.

"I decide if I hurt you jimmyslut. You need to remember that. And I will hurt you babe. Lots. But if you cooperate, if you're a good boy then maybe I won't want to hurt you so much. OK sweetheart? You obey me, you do what I say and maybe I won't torture you till you pass out. Maybe I won't kill you this week."

  It was a fib. I was going to torture him so long and so bad he'd welcome passing out. But it was to my advantage to help him not think about that prospect So I lied to the boy. It wasn't as much fun as fisting him but lying to him and allowing him had its charms.

"OK."

  I slapped him and silently mouthed the word 'Mistress'.

"Ok Mistress. I'll be good. Mistress."

"That's what I want to hear baby. Now, for being such a good boy I'm going to fuck you again."

  The look on his face was priceless. Fear. Pain. Horror. He even started to cry. And I hadn't even touched him. God it's fun to turn a boy into a slut. I looked at the Stallion sitting at the end of the bench with that nasty dildo strapped to it. The boy followed by glance. And sobbed all the more.

"No sweetie. Not that way. I mean vanilla sex. I'm going to make you hard then take you inside me jimmyslut. In my pussy hon. A regular fuck. It's called doing the nasty baby. You want to do the nasty with don't you hon? You have fucked a girl before haven't you darlin. Or am I going to be your first?"

  Turns out my boy had screwed three girls in his life. I asked him if he'd fucked the girl he'd been going to see when I picked him up. He hadn't. They'd made out, he'd had his hand in her cunt and she'd jacked him off. But they hadn't actually fucked. That's why he was headed to New York. She'd said she'd sleep with him if he ever got up to Columbia. I decided to have a little fun with the kid.

"You know you'll never going to fuck that girl now that you belong to me don't you jimmyslut."

  He nodded yes grudgingly.

"In fact baby, you'll never going to see that girl again. What was her name sweetie?"

"Her name was Ashley Mistress. Ashley Morgan."

"Well jimmyslut, I doubt Ashley Morgan is anything like me now is she. Who do you like more slave? Me or Ashley? Don't lie to me babe. I'll know."

  I'd put him on the spot obviously. If he said Ashley he knew I'd hurt him. If he said me I'd know he was lying and I'd hurt him. I could see the wheels turning in his brain. The kid was smart. It's one reason I liked hurting him so much. He understood he consequences. He knew the end game. It was so much more of a challenge to enslave the smart ones. I liked challenges. I started fondling his dick. He got hard immediately. They always do.

"Ahh, I like you both in different way Mistress. I like you because you're, ahhhh, because you're pretty Mistress. And you're confident. I guess. And, ahhh, I like Ashley because, ahhh, because she likes me I guess."

  It was a pretty good answer considering. So I kissed him. He kissed back again. And it wasn't just him trying to placate me. There was just a hint of passion in his kiss. God that'd be something if I could make the slut fall for me. I'd done that before of course. But usually I seduced them and got them hooked on me as a romantic focus before I started to torment them physically. I'd done the opposite with jimmyslut. He'd never gotten the chance to know the seductive me before he saw the sadistic me. Now that would be a real challenge. Make a vanilla kid fall in love with the sadistic me. Should be fun.

"I want to hurt you again Jimmy. But first we should fuck. And my, my. It feels like you're ready. All this talk of fucking and pain and slavery seems to turn on my new slut."

  I'd been fondling him and gently jacking him off while we talked. And now he had a nice boner. About eight and a half inches. No prize certainly but at least I'd feel him inside me. More important, he'd feel me. I wanted him to give him the ride of his life. Boy's in lust fall so easily in love.

  I slipped a condom on his prick, a lubed, ribbed one and settled myself down on the boy. I know how to fuck cock. I gave jimmyslut a ride he'd never forget. It was just OK for me. But I had to fake an orgasm to get the kid to climax. Which was OK. The point was to get him to bond to me, to think I was his one hope at salvation. Sex was no salvation for jimmyslave but it was the closest he was going to get.

  I tortured him while we fucked. Not too much. I didn't burn him or anything. I saved that for after. But as I was riding him every time he got close to shooting off I'd pinch and twist one of his tits so hard he'd lose his desire just enough so he couldn't come. I wanted him to start to associate sex and pleasure with pain and torture. Eventually I'd cut out the sex and just focus on torturing the boy. By then he'd learn to think of the agony I caused him as sex. I'd tap into the most fundamental need a man had. I'd own Jimmy.

"That was good baby. Did you like that?"

"Yes Mistress. I'm glad I did good for you. Does that mean you won't hurt me? If I keep on being good can you maybe let me go eventually? I'll never tell anyone about this. Honest."

  I laughed. He still thought about his own safety and self-preservation. It's take time to make him my slave. I lit a cigarette. And touched the hot tip of my Virginia Slim to his right nipple. Jimmyslut howled in pain. I laughed some more.

"Hey jimmyslut. Listen up honey. I own you now darlin. I can do anything I want to you and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. But like I said, if you're a good boy for me I won't hurt you as much as I would otherwise. But I'm going to hurt you Jimmy. It's who I am sweetheart. It's what I do. I like it."

  Just to drive home my point I touched his other tit with my cigarette. I slowly turned my hand so my Virginia Slim twisted and kept burning as I branded the boy's flesh. I let it go on for a full minute. jimmyslut was screaming and hollering long before I finished.

"Get it hon. I'm in control. Now, if you can do something for me then I'll let you rest some. OK baby?"

  When he got his breathing under control he looked up at me with the look I'd been waiting for. There was no defiance or hate or anger in the boy's look. It was just resignation. He was giving in. jimmyslut wasn’t defeated yet. But he was beginning to break.

"Yes Mistress. If I can."

"Good boy. Now, do you have any school buddies who live near Washington DC? Some nice looking boy like you? Maybe someone from the swim team? Who has the biggest cock Jimmy? That's the one I'm interested in."

"Ahhh, I think some of the guys live near here. But, ummm, why do you want to know that?"

  I lied. I told him I wanted to see if I could get the boy to send me a picture of his cock. With an erection. If Jimmy had a friend willing to do that I'd consider letting jimmyslut live. I might even let him go if he could help me entice his friend into taking his place. It was a cruel choice. Give me the name of a friend or face a slow and painful death at my hands. He cried for ten minutes before he composed himself. I used my lit cigarette on his balls to help him decide. The poor boy. I gave him no choice.

"There's David. Mistress. David Henson. My friend. He lives in Rockville Maryland. I think that's near the capital. He's, ahhh, he has a big, ummm, well in the shower his penis seems a lot bigger than mine. It's ahhh, it's got to be eight inches even when it's limp. I, ahhh, he, ummmm, you're going to let me go now aren't you Mistress?"

  I ignored his last question. This new boy sounded interesting.

"Is he in your cell's contact list hon?

  Jimmy nodded yes. I took my time stubbing my cigarette out on the end of his cock and left him there sobbing and shrieking and generally having a really bad time. Boys in agony are music to my ears.

  I had Jimmy's cell phone in the 'pantry'. It's a room where I keep the victims things until I can destroy them. By that I mean destroy both the things and my victims. Anyway, the room’s electronically shielded so internet and cell signals don't transmit. I didn't want anyone tracing Jimmy's phone to this location. I got lucky.  When I pulled up his contacts list it worked. There was a local copy on the cell so I didn’t need to connect to the cell tower and leave data about our location. The name Dave Henson was in there. Along with a thumb nail picture of the boy. From what I could see he was a good looking kid. No pics of his dick though. What a shame. I chuckled at what I had in mind and stepped out to a small patio to call my girlfriend Tricia. She was in D.C. for a conference. Rockville was just up the road from her hotel.

"Hey lover. How's the boring nursing stuff going?"

"About what you'd expect for a seminar on the new patient care regulations. So what's up babe. Miss me."

    My lover girl Trish is a registered nurse. Although now she’s more into teaching new nurses than practicing the art herself. Her knowledge of human anatomy and medicine comes in handy when we torture guys together. She’s taught me a lot about how to maximize a boy’s pain without killing. At least without killing him until I’m ready to. Tricia’s always on the lookout for student nurses who’re into the BDSM thing. In the last four years she’s found three girls who like to hurt men. Trish and I are helping the sweet young things learn the ins and outs of finding men you can snuff and get away with it. My lover had been in D.C for most of the week for a continuing Ed course. Of course I missed her.

"Always. You know how I miss your hot wet pussy. And the way your strong slender tongue licks my cunt. But it helps that I found a new boy. I'm at the studio showing him some of our handiwork now. He's a keeper Trish. And guess what. He was a friend not too far from you. Interested in making a pickup if we can set the boy up?"

"Sure. I'm done here. I was planning on heading back in the morning. What did you have in mind you wicked bitch?"

"Text the new kid pretending to be his friend jimmyslut. That's the boy I picked up hitchhiking last night. I thought we'd have the pretend Jimmy tell his friend that he'd hitched into D.C. for a visit. He can say and he's met this gorgeous 'older' woman who’s hot for college boys. And she'd love to meet Dave. If he replies and he's up for I figured you could find him, tell him you liked playing with jimmy and would love to play with him. Then stun him, cuff him and bring him back here. You have your 'let's grab a sweet young boy' kit with you don't you?"

"Of course lover. What kind of a girl drives anywhere without cuffs and stun guns  and ropes. Count me in. Give me the kid's number. I'll send him a text from here and see what happens. I'll let you know how it goes."

"His name's David Henson. According to jimmyslut he lives in in Rockville. Is that near? My guy's named James Copeland. Both boys are on the college swim team. So they're strong and fit and have plenty of stamina."

"Got it. It’s ten now. I call the kid now. If he bites I'll have him meet me tonight. I’ll call you when I have him secured. I should be back at your place by three. Don’t go to sleep on me love. I’ll want to play and fuck some when I get there. And snuff a boy. Wish me luck sweetie."

  We exchanged a few more miss-you's, wish-you-were-here's and hung up. I went back to the play space to play with jimmyslut. I had to burn him with my lighter and cigarettes a bunch of times to get him to cooperate. Well, I didn't really have to burn him I just wanted to. His balls were pretty sore when I finished.

  Two hours later Trish called back. She had the boy. She'd be home in three hours. She wanted to know if I could hold off on snuffing jimmyslut until she got there. I laughed. I planned on keeping Jimmy alive for a while. Unless the new kid looked like he'd make a better slave. Then we'd keep David as our slave and snuff jimmyslut. But either way a boy was going to die this weekend. I was in the mood for some wicked fun. I said goodbye to Trish and gave Jimmy the good news about his friend coming to join us.

"Guess what honey. My friend Tricia just picked up your buddy Davey Henson. They'll be here soon sweetie. Then the four of us can play the snuff game. How's it feel knowing you betrayed your buddy? When he gets here I'll make sure he knows the only reason he's going to die a slow and painful death is he's a friend of yours."

  Jimmyslave was crushed by the news. Which is exactly what I wanted. From now on pain and humiliation and helplessness were going to be the boy's constant companions. Until he gave up all the silly ideas that he was free and had choices. Once he was my complete slave I might ease up on jimmyslut. But until then I intended to make his life hell.

"We have a few hours before your friend gets here hon. And I know a terrific game we can play. You'd like to play me to play with you some more wouldn’t you babe?"

  The boy was still dazed thinking about how he'd betrayed his friend. I got the wooden box with my sharp toys from a shelf on the back wall. Time to pierce my new slut in a dozen fun places.

"You'll look good with some iron in you jimmyslut. Let's start with something for your nipples. Ahhh, this will do nicely."

  I'd picked out a couple of weighted teardrop ball closure rings. The ones I selected were really too big for nipple piercings. But hey, making a boy wear something that's too heavy and too big and too uncomfortable is part of the fun. So I liked those big rings for his tits cause the weight would pull his nipple down so the boy would feel a dull pain constantly. Besides, I could clip a chain to the rings and pull him around once I'd broken him and tamed him some.

  If we'd been in a shop they would have numbed his tits with ice first. I just plunged the sharp steel needle in the boy's flesh and giggled when he started to squeal. I jiggled the needle back and forth a bunch before I threaded the ring through the huge hole I'd made. His jagged wound would heal eventually. There'd be a lot of scaring but I didn’t care about that. I poured alcohol on jimmyslut's left nipple and started on the right one. He was whimpering before I even touched the dull needle to his skin. God I love hurting boys.

After I pierced both his tits I decided to do something with his lips. I was going to teach the boy the right way to eat a woman’s pussy. A few big studs in his tongue and lips would make the woman’s experience more stimulating. And since I was one of the women jimmyslut was going to eat for hours and hours I wanted plenty of iron in the boy’s tongue. So I got out the studs and the dental dam and some forceps.

“Open wide baby. Mommy has something she needs to do in your mouth.”

    I didn’t give him a choice in the matter. A few tugs on his new tit rings and the boy screamed for me. As soon as he opened his lovely little boy mouth I jammed the dental dam in and cranked the thing to its widest setting. Then I clamped forceps on his tongue and pulled that thick pink organ as far out of his mouth as I could. After anchoring the forceps on the side of the dam I was ready to decorate my boy’s flapper. God I love torturing men!

    I used nine studs. One huge one on the tip and four each along the edges. Punching the holes in his tongue was the most fun. I made sure I was sloppy with the needle and poked his lips a bunch of times with each of the five holes I put in his mouth muscle. With the dental dam the boy could scream and struggle all he wanted but he couldn’t interfere with my work or my fun. Once I had the five studs piercing his tongue I realized I needed something else. Jimmyslut wasn’t going to voluntarily lick my pussy with his newly knobby tongue. At least not at first. I’d need to make sure his tongue and all that lovely hardware would protrude from his lips whether or not he wanted to play my wicked game.

    The solution was relatively easy. It’s a technique I’d used on other boys. First I cut the muscle at the base of the tongue way back in the boy’s throat. Tricia had taught me that trick. It loosened his tongue so I could pull it out some more. I pulled and pulled until jimmyslut passed out from the pain and until I had six inches of lovely pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. He looked like a fucking cow or some sort of freakish boy-giraffe. It was hilarious. But I needed to anchor the damn thing so it’d stay outside his mouth where it would do me the most good.

    So I punched a big hole through the middle of the kid’s tongue as far back as I could. They don’t make standard piercing needles big enough for the hole I wanted. But I had a triple ought gauge needle. It makes a hole a half inch in diameter. Which was perfect for what I wanted to do to jimmyslut. Punching that monster hole through his muscle made for quite a lot of blood. Once I had the hole in him I pushed a titanium sleeve in and then used my lighter to burn the flesh around the hole and the metal. Jimmyslut passed out from the pain but it was fabulous to sit on his chest before he did. His body was shaking so hard and his nostrils were quivering so bad from the pain I thought I’d gone to heaven. Anyway, once I cauterized the hole the metal sleeve was seared to his flesh and a permanent part of the boy’s tongue.

   I broke an ammonia capsule under jimmyslut’s nose to wake him up. I wanted him to experience the next step with me. When he came to he let out a cry filled with so much pain and anguish I thought I’d cream my panties right then. It was beautiful. I poked at the newest feature in his tongue a few times just to torment him. Satisfied that the titanium ring was burned in real good I slipped a curved metal rod through the hole. The ends of the rod had screw on ball caps. I unscrewed the top one and poked the ultra-sharp pointy end through jimmyslut’s left nostril. God how he carried on. It was such a thrill I pulled the wickedly sharp pin out and jammed it up his right nostril. Then I screwed the ball on so the point couldn’t stick me when I sat on the boy’s face. It also kept the curved pin from slipping out of his nose.

“How’s that feel hon? Good enough you want me to do it to your lower lip?”

    He shook his head no so hard I laughed. The kid still had some fight in him even after all I’d done. Tricia was going to love torturing this hunk of boy. God I’d lucked out seeing him by the road. Jimmyslut was fun! I grabbed his tit rings and pulled and twisted and yanked on them for several minutes just to get him in the mood for what I needed to do next. OK.I didn’t need him in the right move. I tortured his tits for myself. I just wanted to hurt him some more. But it sure worked. I was in the perfect mood to finish this cruel re-shaping of his tongue.

    I poked the other end of the curved rod through his lower lip. But not before half a dozen false starts. You should have seen him flinch and jerk and hear him squeal and felt his body convulse beneath me when I kept poking that wicked needle through his lip. He had almost a dozen new holes in his lower lip before I was satisfied with the placement. Once I screwed the ball back on the end poking out below his lip my jimmyslut’s tongue was pinned outside his mouth by a titanium rod anchored in his nose above and his lip below. No way could the boy retract his tongue now. Not unless I took out the rod and I saw no reason to do that. Why detract from all the fun I planned on having with that luscious organ.

   With my jimmyslut’s tongue pinned in place I could get rid of the forceps and dental dam. Seeing that six inch throbbing pink muscle poking out between the boy’s lips made me eager to try out my slut boy’s tongue. But I needed to do one more thing first. The thing was limp as could be. I’d cut the muscle way back in his mouth so jimmyslut had no way to anchor his fleshy mouth organ and make his tongue stiff for me. Not that he would have even if he could. He wasn’t my total slave yet. He didn’t know how to behave properly. But not to worry. I wanted a nice firm tongue to poke in my cunt and I had a way to get that even if the boy didn’t want to cooperate.

   It’s handy having a sadistic nurse as a friend and lover. Trish had given me this orthopedic screw. It’s called a Knowles pin. It’s really just a stainless steel screw about four inches long about the thickness of a soda straw. You can add extensions to the end to make it longer. I added two to make my pin ten inches long. The screw end is threaded so it can be anchored into bone. I punched that end through jimmyslut’s tongue starting at the end beside the big steel stud and then threaded the pin down the six inch length of pink muscles hanging out the boy’s mouth. Then it was just a matter of pushing the pin back until I hit the back of the mandible. That bone’s big enough and strong enough to anchor the pin so jimmyslut’s tongue protrudes out nice and stiff.

   It does make his tongue poke out at a little bit of an angle. Fortunately the orthopedic pin can be bent if you have the right tools. Two pairs of pliers did the trick. Of course I had to clamp down pretty hard on my slut’s tongue. He shrieked while I straightened everything pout to my satisfaction. Then it was time to take my boy’s tongue for a ride.

   I’d tied him to a padded table before I started modifying his mouth to suit me. I pulled off my jeans, whipped off my panties and plopped myself down on that lovely little boy’s face. He shook his head side to side and tried to buck me off. Silly boy! I got a kick out of how hard he fought. We were going to have to keep this one alive for days if we wanted to get all the fun out of him we could. Anyway, he could fight me off for long and I quickly had his tongue positioned against my cunt lips. I pushed my hips forward and that studded pink snake slid right in. It felt fabulous. I could shake my hips back and forth and feel jimmyslut’s tongue wagging around inside me, banging against my pussy and my clit and all the other wonderfully responsive places inside my cunt. It was good. Real good. I kept doing that until I was so fucking horny I climaxed. I squeezed my thighs together real tight in ecstasy and smothered the boy some just for the hell of it. That made me have another orgasm and made me horny all over again so I slid up and down that stiff tongue for another twenty minutes or so and must have come four or five more times.

    It was a good ride. But it could be better. Now that his tongue was poking out so far I could add more studs to it. The bumpy effect would enhance the cunt tonguing. So I grabbed the piercing kit and put another dozen really big studs in jimmyslut’s tongue. I was looking forward to taking the pin out that kept his pink mouth organ from sliding back in his mouth. With the hardware I’d added to his tongue jimmyslut would have had a hard time getting the thing back in his mouth. Of course with the Knowles pin threaded through the length of his muscle jimmyslut was never going to retract his tongue all the way back in his mouth again. He’d live the rest of his brutally shortened life with his tongue hanging out, ready at all times to lick and eat some lucky girl’s pussy.

   I’d had at least six orgasms playing with jimmyslut and I was tired. Tricia was due within the hour. So I decided to take a break, get something to eat, drink a little wine and rest some. She was bringing a new boy. And from what little she’d said on the phone this David kid sounded like a winner. I could hardly wait. To give jimmyslut something to do while I was gone I slid a vibrator egg up his ass and turned it on high. Then I jammed a second one up there and put it on medium. Having two of them up his butt should keep his mind busy. And his body wracked with pain. I just love finding lonely boys standing by the road. There’s no limit to the things a woman like me can do to them.

  I'd had a load of fun torturing my little hitchhiker. Hurting boys energizes me and turns me on like nothing else can. But after hours of non-stop sex and torture I needed a break. My lover and fellow sadist Tricia wasn’t due for a couple of more hours. So I plopped down on the sofa and watched my boy suffer. His body was reacting nicely to the vibrators I'd rammed up his butt. Like they say, or like they should say, there’s rest for the wicked (that’s me)but none for the innocent little boys (like jimmyslut). That could be my motto. It’s funny but I find it relaxing to listen to a boy shrieking in agony and thrashing in pain while I sip some wine and munch on some cheese. So I revitalized myself with a little rest. I indulged myself in food, drink and some vicarious fun while tommyslut learned just how brutal and harsh his short life was going to be.

  As I watched tommyslutwrithing and jerking about as the vibrators worried away inside his ass I was reminded of my cousin Andy. He'd been one of the first boys I'd ever tortured.  Tommyslut's hips jerked and heaved just the way my cousin Andy's had when I'd tied him up that day and taken a pair of pliers to his cock. I hadn't thought about Andy in years. Andy was long dead. I'd been there for the happy event. So had my Mom.Andmy Aunt Becky.She was Andy’s Mom. My Mom and her sister Rebecca were born sadists just like me. The get it from grandma Bridgitte.She’s from the Netherlands. Which makes her Dutch. She grew up there way back during the depression.

My Omais in her eighties now. Oma is the Dutch word for Grand Mommy. I’ve called Grand Mommy Decker my Oma forever. My spry and lively eighty five year old Omastill likes to hurt boys. She doesn’t need to do it every day like I do but Grandma Bridgitte can still make a man shriek in agony for as long as she wants. She was the first women in our family tofully explore her sadistic nature. Without guilt.And for awhile without risk. But that’s a long story. Grandma was twenty when she immigrated to the United States. But she’s already snuffed a bunch of guys by then. A whole bunch of guys.Of course she’d had an opportunity I’ll never get. Grandma Bridgitte was the Mistress of a GermanS.S. officer. He ran a World War Two Nazi concentration camp in the Netherlands. She was sixteen when the Germans invadedher country.Right away Grand Mommy saw the way the Nazis treated the Jews and Dutch resistance fighters andthe Gypsies and the Pollacks. She knew she had to get in on the fun. So she seduced the young SS officer in charge of the new concentration camp near her home town of Vught. She said it was easy. I believe her. I’ve seen photos of Oma when she was young.

After the foolish officer fell for her Grand Mommy persuaded the arrogant man to let her play with the male prisoners before they were shipped off to Germany and the ovens. She knew what happened to German prisoners. It was an open secret in the feeder camps in  countries outside the Homeland. Over one hundred thousand prisoners went through the camp near Vught. More than half were men or boys. Grand mommy got her pick of any man she wanted. She was the commandant’s mistress after all. Germans make good soldiers. They follow orders. Grandma controlled her commandant subbie and he controlled the men in camp. So Grandma got to play however she liked with as many of the prisoners as she wanted. She says her prissy submissive commandant liked to watch as she tortured and snuffed the prisoners under his command. Gram says she tortured over two hundred men to death in the three years she was there. That’s more than one a week. It must have been heaven for her. She says sometimes she got to do three or four all at once.She has some wonderful stories from those times. That’s when Oma figured out she was a sadist at heart. Shedecided she was glad about it.

She was smart though. Way before the end she could see the Germans were going to lose. So she made it to France and got herself lost in the chaos towards the end of the war. In the euphoria of war’s end it was easy to seduce some idiot American G.I. and get him to take her to America with him. She wound up in Boston in 1945. My Grandma Bridgitte found the United States the perfect place to indulge her new found passion for torturing men. She says American men are a lot more trusting and vulnerable than the Europeans she’s known. So you can see how Mom and me and my Aunt Becky came by our cruel and wicked natures. Mommy always told me it’s good and right and beautiful for a sadistic girl like me to do what comes naturally. Even if what she likes is torturing men. I can still hear the way Mommy would laugh when I was little and say how it’s especially good and natural and right if a girl likes snuffing men. So I guess it’s in my blood, this lust for torturing boys and making them suffer before snuffing them slowly.

Watching my hitchhiker thrash around and thinking about Mom and my Oma got me kind of melancholy. And that got me to thinking about how much fun I’d had with my first real sadistic experience. It was when I’d tortured my cousin Andy that first time. I really hurt him good. Andy was a couple years older than me.  Aunt Becky started his slut training real young so by the time I was thirteen my older cousin couldn’t help but obey me.

I made him strip. Then I made him jack off while I watched. I wouldn’t let him come. I just wanted him hard and horny and frustrated. I had a cruel game in mind and a hard cock would make it more fun. I remember how Grandma had told me a story about when she used to jack off some her male prisoners in that German camp to torment them. She’d tease them and make them think she was going to fuck them. Instead she would jam a hollow glass tube down their pee hole. Then she’d pound and punch the guy’s dick so the glass would break inside his penis. The guy would howl and fall to the floor screaming and holding his dick. Oma said she always got a kick out of doing that to the pathetic prisoners of war. She said the men would piss bloody pee for a week. And they’d just about faint every time they had to take a piss.After she ruined the inside of their cocks OmaBridgitte kept them suspended over a big metal tub in her “laboratory”and made them drink gallons of water just so they would piss all the time.And cry and scream and beg her to make the horrible pain stop. Grand Mommy Bridgitte just loved watching them suffer.

I didn’t do that to my cousin Andy. I wanted to but Mom and Aunt Becky didn’t want me to go that far with the boy. At least not then. But I did squeeze half a tube of one of those sports balms down his prick. It was called Deep Heat or something like that. It’s a cream that you rub on a muscle and it generates heat and gets real hot on your skin. It’s supposed to help with sore muscles. When you squirt half a tube down a boy’s swollen penis it makes his cock burn real good. From the inside out. It was hilarious the way Andy screamed and ran around trying to make theawful pain stop. I’d cuffed his ankles together so he kept falling down as he hopped about the room. He begged me to rinse his dick out. He said it was like there was a fire burning inside his cock. It was great. I had no idea something so simple could cause so much pain. I made him sit on the floor so I could wrap my arms around him and hold him. His whole body was shaking and convulsing so nice for me. And then when he had to pee I took him into the bathroom and held his cock for him while he did it. The hot piss flowing through his tortured cock made him scream some more. That was the most fun I’d had with a boy up to then.

It was a good lesson. Sometimes the best tortures are the ones that take almost no effort on my part. Like touching the hot tip of my cigarettes to a boy’s private parts. Or simply sitting on a boy’s face and smothering him until the panic builds up so much in him his body goes into a frenzy of convulsions and he swears he’ll totally love and totally obey and totally cherish you after you let him breathe again. Of course picking up a good cane and whacking a boy’s ass until it’s a mess of welts and bloody streaks is fun too. The physical pleasure form hitting a boy’s backside as hard as you can dozens of times is intoxicating. Sometimes I can hardly stop myself. Plus it can give a girl a good workout, help her keep her wickedly seductive figure. So it really doesn’t matter. Soft and easy or hard and fast. Torturing boys is a blast and it’s really good for a girl’s mental health. Best of all it’s a real turn on.

I still have my cousin Andy. He was raised to be a woman’s slave. Trish and I have smothered the little fucker senseless so many times poor Andy’s dumb as a door knob. But he’s still handy to have around even now. He usually stays here at the studio/dungeon. After we snuff jimmyslut I’ll have my empty headed but obedient cousin get rid of the body. Andy’s good at that. He’s had lots of practice. We still use the same method of disposing that Mom and Aunt Becky came up with thirty years ago. There’s a big ceramic’s kiln in our ‘studio’. It’s shaped like an octagon and a boy fits in there just right if you bend his knees. The kils in gas fired and it gets hot. Real hot.Twenty two hundred degrees hot. Put a body in there and in eight hours all that’s left is a pile of ash. Aunt Becky got the idea of using a kiln from Oma and her war stories. Oma has hundreds of fascinating stories about the men she played during the war.

Sixty years after the big war Grandma still gets excited when she tells her stories about torturing men in that prison camp. She says she had a thing for Russian men. Apparently the Dutch have always been irritated with Russians. She said of all the nationalities and groups in the camp Russian men were the most fun for her to set on fire.She’d gag a man with an oil soaked rag, tie his hands behind them then chain him to a steel stake in the ground. Then she’d pour half a bucket of old motor oil on the guy and light him up. In winter she’d stand close enough to warm herself from the flaming Russian and laugh as he danced for her. My Oma said Russian men were hardy. They suffered a long time before they stopped jerking and twitching.

Grand Mommy Bridgittedidn’t much care for the Polish men. She’d strip them naked and tie their hands behind their backs then impale them on wooden stakes dug into the ground. She’d make the Pollack plant his own pole in the ground first. I don’t think the German or Dutch words for Polish men are as similar as they are in English. But even back then Grand Mommy knew English and she got a kick out of making the Pole sit on a pole.

After her stupid Pollack dug his hole and planted his pole Oma would get some dumb German privates to hoist the man up on the wooden post. She’d laugh as her victim slid down the pole real slow and the rough splintery wood got shoved up his butt. With his ankles tied together around the pole all the poor bastard could do was scream while his own weight forced more and more wooden pole up his ass. If Grand Mommy picked the right sized pole and a strong enough Pollack it could take a couple hours for the man to die. She says she’d get so aroused she’d start creaming in her panties every time she made a dumb Pollack start to dig his hole.

If the guy was really suffering and Oma got really excited she’d straddle on of the dumb German private’s heads and make him lick her pussy while she watched her Pollack impale himself.Her boyfriend commandant was so infatuated with Oma he didn’t even complain whenOma told him all about her day’s adventure. It was a wild time back then. With the chaos and the cruelty and the primitive conditions out in the sticks Oma could literally get away with murder. For a sadistic and pretty blond Dutch girl still her teens it was an insanely liberating experience. Oma was a changed woman after that.

Those happy thoughts of the freedom Grand Mommy had during the war got me slightly aroused. So I refilled my wine glass and burned my tommyslut with my cigarette a couple times before snubbing it out on his pee hole. Iwondered what OmaBridgitte was doing now. And what my Mom and Auntie Becky were up to. Mom had been so cool about letting me torture boys. Aunt Becky had been cool too. She'd always encouraged me to play my wicked games with her son Andy. Aunt Becky was neat that way. She’s a sadist just like me. Andlike my Mom. And my Grand Mommy. It’s a tradition in our family and it's a really good one. Snuffing our husbands and our brothers and our little boys is a tradition too. One I like a lot. Mom’s birthday was in a few weeks. I’d have to collect some sweet innocent boys and throw a party. A snuff party. I’d invite all the naughty girls in my family. And Trish of course. She’s my BFF. We do everything together.

  Thinking about all that got me really deep into the mood to play some more. I lit a fresh Virginia Slim and burned tommyslut some more. He screamed real good when I pressed the hot tip of my cigarette against his cock. While he shrieked and jerked in agony I contemplated how far I'd progressed since I first hurt a boy bad enough to keep him home from school all day. I was still in sixth grade when I did that. Poor cousin Andy. He cried for hours and couldn’t pee right for three days. After I’d squirted half a tube of that sport balm down his dick and he ran around like a mad man and I made him sit so I could feel his body twitch and shake and jerk as spasms of pain gripped his cock I made him stand so I could whip his sweet little boy ass.

Iwhipped his butt so savagely with his own belt he had welts for more than a week. That pleasant memory made me chuckle. I’d have to whip jimmyslut’s butt before the day was over.  I chuckled at the thought and blew a cloud of smoke in tommyslut's face. Then I burned my hitchhiker’s cock again. That's what I'd done over twenty years ago when I'd started torturing my cousin Andy with my cigarettes. Of course back then I only burned him in places that wouldn’t show. So nobody would ask questions when he went to school.Andy was well trained even then so he wouldn’t talk. Even so you don’t give dull vanilla people reason to wonder about you. But I could still burn his cock and his balls and his thighs and his belly. I'd had a lot of fun burning boys over the years. I'd had a lot of fun torturing boys the last twenty years. And my cigarettes and cigars and matches and lighters were a major source of my wicked fun. It pisses me off that you can’t smoke anywhere you want anymore. A girl can have a lot of fun with a boy and a lit cigarette.

  I was not quite thirteen when I started smoking. A couple of older girl friends gave me my first cigarette. The three of us girls had just kicked the crap out of an older boy. We did him just for the fun of it. And because the boy was an easy target. Back then TriciaDeeringand Sarah Copeland and I beat up boys together all the time. We liked it. My future lover Trish and I first got to know and learned to love and other while hurting boys. And we haven’t stopped since.Loving each other.And hurting boys.

Back on that day when I was started smoking for real Sarah, Trish and I had justfinished kicking the shit out of this kid named Jason Weldon. We were laughing and catching our breath whenTricia offered me that first cigarette. It was a Marlboro 100. She used a silver Zippo to give me a light. I felt so cool with that slender white tube dangling from my lips. I felt slightly naughty too. And nasty.And grown up. I liked the feelings. I was still buzzing from the excitement of hurting Jason and the smoking seemed to fit my mood perfectly. I was hooked. A cigarette after savagely beating a guy until he's sobbing like a pussy boy just seemed like the perfect way to wind down.

   Years later when Trish was about to graduate college we ran into that boy Jason at a bar one night. He remembered us. And the beat downs we used to give him. He wasn’t mad about it. In fact the little perv asked if we still did that to guys. We laughed and told him we only did it if the guys paid for it. What a hoot. He pulled out his wallet, gave us all his cash and said we could stop by and ATM and he’d get us another five hundred if we’d go back to his place and bust his balls some. Well what girl can pass up an offer like that. Tricia and I had a fun time with Jason. We drained that boy dry in four months. Cleaned out his bank account, even got him to sell his car and his TV and all his stuff for us. When he was out of money Trish told him he was a worthless piece of shit and she never wanted to see him again

. The guy cried! He sobbed and begged her to hurt him some more. Jason said he’d do anything for us if we just wouldn’t send him away. So we made him our slave. He was our first not counting cousin Andy. But my Aunt Becky really did most of Andy’s training. So Jason was the first boy Trish and I turned into our obedient little slut all on our own. He lasted four years. We wore the poor boy out. At the end he was pretty worthless. So we set him on fire. Just for the fun of it. But before we snuffed him he was handy to have around for odd chores. Trish and I have kept at least one real, true slave around ever since.

     So in a way Trish and I owe Jason a debt of gratitude. Yeah. Right. Like women like us could ever owe a guy anything. Anyway way back when I was thirteen Jason was just another boy at school a few of us more modern and dominate girls tormented. Those were good times. Especially that day with Jason when Trish more or less let me into the inner circle of the mean girls at school. A few weeks after that beat down of Jason later Mom found out what I'd been doing with my friends. Not about us beating up boys. She already knew I liked to hurt boys.Mom was cool with that. She’d gotten me started on that special fun herself. I'd been hurting my brother Bobby and my cousin Andy for years by the time I turned thirteen.  Mom and Aunt Becky both knew how much I liked to hurt boys. Heck, they enjoyed tormenting the boys too.  But hurting boys is one thing.  Sucking that delicious but noxious cigarette smoke into your lungs was another. Mom thought that decision merited a talk.

My Mom smoked. So did my Aunt Rebecca. But not in our house.And mostly just socially.Or after they'd played rough with a man.I guess you could say Mom was a social smoker. If you consider torturing boys with your sister and your daughter a social activity. Even so I didn't know how Mom would react to me smoking. Shealways insisted I stay healthy and in shape. We ate right and took care of our bodies and our looks. Mom made me take dancing lessons and karate lessons and even boxing lessons. She said I'd have more fun with boys if I could enjoy all the physical pleasures.She’d even let me start sipping watered down wine by the time I was thirteen. But she’d never encouraged me to smoke. Fortunately Mom was cool with my smoking right from the first. She knew I wouldn’t over indulge in that when I could  over indulge my real passion, torturing boys. So a week or so after I started smoking Mom saw my pack of Virginia Slims lying on my dresser one morning. I thought she might give me shit about it but she didn't. Instead she asked if she could bum one. We both lit up, sat on the bed and smoked together.  Which was unusual. Mom almost never smoked inside because of Dad's allergies.  She'd beat the crap out of him with belts and canes and wires and whips but she didn't often smoke in front of him. Go figure.

  Anyway, while we enjoyed cigarettes together Mom gave me the talk. Not about the dangers of smoking. She knew I wasn't going to listen to any of that crap. And not about sex either. We'd had that talk the year before. Back then Mom said sex was fun. She said as long as I made the boy wear a rubber and I stayed in control she was fine with me fucking as many guys as I wanted. She even offered to bring home this subbie college kid she knew so I could fuck a guy who knew how to treat a girl right. I'd jumped at that chance. That was a good six months before my first cigarette with Tricia and Sarah. Before Mom brought her college aged slut for me to experiment with I'd fooled around with boys. I'd given them hand jobs and I'd made a couple of boys lick and eat my cunt. But I hadn't actually fucked a boy. The boys I played with had little three and four inch boners. I couldn't see how having one of those pathetic things inside me would do much.

  So I said yes when Mom offered me a twenty one year old  man. She brought the guy home the next day and I spent six hours with that boy and his ten inch cock. Mom let us use her bedroom. She even left out some sex and dominance toys for me to experiment with. My Mom was a professional Dominatrix when she was younger. She still likes to dabble in that some. She meets some really fun guys that way. So she has some toys. And some wonderful ideas about how girls like us should use men. The boy she brought me was fun to play with.  And he did know how to treat a girl like me. He let me do anything I wanted to him. He said he owed my Mom big time. And since he'd do anything for her he'd do anything for me. That's why I like my Mom so much. She's reasonable, she's smart. And she knows how to get what she wants. I hope I'm like her when I'm older.

  Anyway, when Mom caught me smoking that first time she wasn't going to bull shit me about how it's dangerous. Nope. Not my Mom. Instead she told me how a young girl with a cigarette dangling from her mouth can be a magnet for certain kinds of boys. And men.And if used right cigarettes give a girl tremendous power over those men. She said I'd look more mature if I used my cigarettes the right way. She said I could attract older guys, guys with money, guys only too happy to spend their money on me. She said guys who liked to watch women smoke often times liked for women to hurt them too. Mom and I both love to hurt men. But it wasn't like I didn't know about all that already. Why do you think I started smoking in the first place. Mom laughed when I told her how I was screwing one of my teachers so I'd get an A in his class without even having to show up. And how I always managed after I screwed my teacher to drag the hot coal of my cigarette across his chest. I did it slow enough to leave a lovely red welt that took days to heal. Mom and I had a good talk that afternoon.

She's so cool. She taught me all kinds of tricks a woman can do with a cigarette. Dangling it from your lips, teasing it out of the pack with your fingers,  playing with the burning match before you light it, doing snaps and French inhales. Mom was expert at using her cigarette to seduce men. I am too now. And it really suck a woman can’t just light up anywhere like she could when Mom was my age. But we adapt, we learn, we make do. There are great drugs now that you can use on a man. Cialis, Viagra, Ecstasy, anti-anxiety drugs. So time moves on and the smart sadistic little girls learn to move with the times.

But as cool as Mom was with me smoking then my Dad was a real shit about it. He had a fit when he found out I smoked. Of course it didn’t matter. Daddy didn’t matter. I knew that. Mom knew that. And deep down inside Daddy knew he didn’t matter. Mom only kept him around cause he made a ton of money with his business. He was a big shot at his company but he was lower than shit at home. And he knew it too. But sometimes the idiot would get all righteous and act like having a sadist for a wife and daughter who was following in Mommy’s footsteps was wrong somehow. Anyway, the next morning we were all sitting at the kitchen table after breakfast when Mom slid a pack of cigarettes over to me. I was surprised because Mom rarely smoked around Daddy or my brother. They had 'allergies'. The sniveling little weasels. We had a sun room on the back of the house that was heated and air conditioned for year around use. That's where Mom usually went for her smoke break. But hey, if Mom thought it was OK to smoke in the house in front of Daddy I wasn't going to argue.

  As soon as I lit up Daddy started complaining. What an ass hole.  He whined about how the smoke bothered him. He said nice young girls didn’t smoke. What a jerk. Daddy knew I was as bad a girl as a girl can get.  And who the fuck cared if it bothered him. He was only a fucking guy. I gave him that look, like he was shit, like I didn't give a crap what he thought or what he liked. So he went off on how he didn't like me smoking at my age and he certainly didn't want me smoking in ‘his’ house. There were rules he said. He turned to Mom for support but she just ignored him while she slid a 120 from the pack and lit up too.

  Mom blew a stream of smoke right in Dad's face and laughed.  Then she slapped Daddy. Hard. He was probably more surprised than stunned by the vicious blow. I saw tears in his eyes. And fear. And for some reason that pleased me.And excited me in a sexual way. Then Mom slapped Dad again. She told him to shut the fuck up. She used that word with my Dad. 'Shut the fuck up slut' she said. She told Daddy it was her fucking house and she made the rules. Then she smiled at me. And flicked her cigarette ash on Daddy's scrambled eggs. She made him take a bite of eggs too. She made him scoop up the part with her cigarette. That shut Daddy up.

"Your father has a problem with cigarette smoke Mandy. Now that you're smoking I think it's time we train him to like it. How about it? Want to see Daddy learn a new skill?"

  I guess I should mention that Mom pretty much ran our household. Dad worked hard and made good money but decisions about what to do with it and how to spend it had always been Mom's. That’s part of her philosophy, that women are the dominant half of the species, that men were put here to serve our needs, to cater to our interests. I can agree with that! I've been living that way for as long as I can remember.

  Of course, Mom has explained to me over and over that ours is a minority view, that most men don't want women to know just how powerful they are or just how easily they can subjugate a man. And society in general doesn’t exactly know how to handle sadistic women like us. So we can live our lives the way we want but we have to do it under the radar. She's taught me that in public we use subtle ways to get men to do what we want. But in private, with the right man, we can let ourselves go. When we're alone with a guy we can express our true selves, we can take what we want and do what we want to the weak men foolish enough to fall into our traps.

I'd seen Mom slap Daddy lots of times. He was weak, she was strong. She did more than just slap him that day though. When he really displeased her Mom would paddle Dad. Bare ass. And I got to watch. And after I turned twelve my Mom let me take a few whacks myself. It was fun. I was getting good at making Daddy's butt turn a nice bright red. Teaching Daddy a new skill sounded like loads of fun. My Dad's one of those weak men that women like Mom and me do things to in private we'd never be able to do in the open. The prospects of learning a new way to have our wicked fun with a man like that was too good to pass up. Maybe Mom would finally let me use a barbed whip on daddy’s butt.

"Sure. How're we going to do that?"

"First we send your brother to get some things for Mommy. Bobby. Be a sweetheart and run down to the play room. Go get my grey bag. There's things in there I want to use on you father. And you too if you give me any trouble Oh, and bring several pairs of cuffs too."

My brother was three years older than me. Mom officially adopted him when she’d married her new husband two years before. Bobbywas a decent kid. But he was a guy. And he belonged to Mom. She made him her slut within months after become his step Mommy. So Bobby did what Mom said. And he did what I said too. Mom insisted the boy learn to obey us and serve us. She said it's what boys are for. And I agreed. So my brother Bobby jumped up out of his chair with his breakfast half eaten and rushed downstairs to grab Mommy's bag of toys.

  Mom had several 'toy' bags. Like I said, she'd been a pro Dominatrix before she met my Dad. That's how she met him. He'd been a 'client'. What a fool. Mom made him fall in love with her. Because he was rich.And easy to control. After she married Dad for his money she didn't need the income from dominating men anymore but she still enjoyed tormenting them so she kept a space in the basement setup so she could 'entertain' her special men friends. She only did a man once a week or so. If she had a guy down there when I got home from school I'd sneak down and watch her play. There was a hidden one way mirror on the wall separating the laundry room from Mom's 'studio'. I'd sit on the washer and watch Mom do her thing. Since she only did it for fun she could be picky about the men she played with. So most were young, in good shape and pretty decent looking.

  The college kid she brought home for me to fuck that year was one of her clients. He's a kid with more money than brains and a fetish for women who liked to hurt him. Mom gave him to me after our first fuck session went so well. His name was Tom. I fucked him silly for hours. A ten inch cock on a twenty something year old boy who can stay hard for hours is difficult to resist for a girl like me. But mostly I hurt Tommy. It was more fun than screwing him. More satisfying too. Plus I liked that he brought me a thousand dollars every time I let him visit me.

  I liked watching Mom have her fun with her guys. I learned a lot that way. Even then she didn't need the money but she made them pay anyway. She made them payin pain more than they paid money. And since she only did it for the fun of it she could let herself go with her special boys. She mostly did what she wanted, not what they wanted. She’s never given a shit about them. Why should she. And after, when her boy toys left Mom would come in the laundry room and give me the tribute the losers brought her. It was my allowance. With the tributes and Tommy's money I averaged almost two thousand a month allowance. Not bad walking around money for a thirteen year old girl in nineteen eighty nine.  While I counted the money from Mom's sluts she’d explain why she’d done certain things to the guy she just tortured. She’d tell me how she'd given him just enough of what he needed to keep him coming back. It was all a game, a deliciously cruel and wicked game. The goal was to get a man so hooked on you that he'd do anything for you. Kind of like what Mom had done withDaddy.  And like I hoped to do to the rich man I planned on marrying someday.

  Anyway, I was eager to learn ways to manipulate and train men to do my bidding. So twenty years ago when my stepbrother Bobby got back with Mom's bag and some cuffs I wasted no time pullingout the things I wanted to use on Daddy. Mom had a dozen different kinds of cuffs. I'dseen her use most of them. She hadn't said what kind to get so Bobby got plain old metalones. I guess he didn't think Daddy needed the fancy fur covered padded ones. He'd alsograbbed a couple riding crops and some leather belts. And I pulled out the nipple clampsand ball gag from the black leather bag.

"What are we going to train Daddy to do for us Mommy?"

  My Dad was naked, sitting in a kitchen chair. His shoes and clothes were piled on the floor by the trash can. I'd seen Daddy naked lots of times so Iwasn't creeped out. I guessed Mom had been fondling him cause he had a big bonerand Daddy seldom got one of those unless Mom played with his cock. He sat therewith his dick poking up and his head down. Dad hated being naked in front ofme.Especially when he had an erection.

"Here, cuff your father while I get his mask. Pull his hands behind the chair.  Then use one of the belts to tie him to the chair. Poor Daddy's going to lose his balance beforewe're done with him. Bobby! Go to your room. I deal with you later.  You don't need tosee this honey. I want this game to be a surprise when I play it with you."

  My whimpy brother went back to the basement. A long time ago Mom fixed up a corner down there for his 'room'. It's had a thin old mattress on the floor and a cardboard box for hisclothes. It was dark and musty in Bobby’s corner. But Bobby was a good kid. He did what his Mommy told him to do. He was sixteen that year. He could be really sweet sometimes. But he wasa boy. He didn't deserve nice things. He didn't deserve to have fun or to get anypleasure from his life. Mom's worked hard to make sure he didn't get any either. Bestof all, I got to help her with that. So I knew we were going to play rough with Bobbylater. I could hear the wickedness in Moms voice when she sent my big brother down tohis corner. I remember I smiled as I tied up my Dad. It was turning out to be a fun day. How fun I couldn’t have imagined.

By the time I’d finished tying up Dad my Mom had dug out the mask thing she was looking for. It looked kind of like a deep sea diver’s helmet or something. But it was all clear plastic, a simplehalf bubble of see-through Plexiglas with soft rubber lining the edges. It was just the right size to cover aman's face. Mom positioned it over Dad and fastened the two straps behind his head. Whenshe was done you could see all of Daddy's face through the clear plastic. It was awesome.He looked scared. He looked anxious. He looked miserable. Like he knew what was coming. I liked it.

  There was a soft clear plastic hose sticking out of the front of the mask down just above where Daddy's mouth was. It was maybe two inches in diameter and poked out six inchesor so. Since the soft rubber lining on the edge of the mask was stuck tight enougharound Daddy's face it formed an almost airtight seal. The tube was the only way Dadcould still breathe. Which meant if I put my hand over the end of the tube he couldn'tbreathe at all. I was beginning to like this new game. We were going to smother Daddy.With our cigarette smoke. I was getting excited. I hoped Mom would let us suffocate Daddyuntil he passed out. That would be loads of fun. From Mom's smile I could see she thoughtit'd be fun too.

"There. Good, it still fits. This is a smoke slave's training helmet Mandy. We blow smoke down this tube and it swirls around and surrounds Daddy's face so he's forced to breatheit in. I used it on him some when we were first married. It's why Daddy has so muchtrouble with allergies and smoke now. But he's been such a butt head lately I think it'stime to renew my dear husband's acquaintance with this simple training device.  We'llkeep filling his mask with our smoke until he learns to like it. Or until he dies trying."

I was practically vibrating with excitement. I didn't get to hurt Daddy very much. Mom said I was too young to start that. Finally Mom was taking me seriously. I'd been afterher for months to let me do more with Daddy than simply paddling his butt.  But this smoketorture looked like it could be really stressful for Dad. I liked that. And Mom hadsaid Dad would have to learn to like it. Or die trying. I really liked the sound of that.

  Dad wasn't taking this new game too well. He was kicking his feet and squirming around in the chair and shaking his head back and forth so hard Mom couldn't get a decent holdof the tube so she could exhale a lungful of second hand smoke in Daddy's face. So shedid the obvious thing. She told me take one of the riding crops and start whipping Daddy'sballs until he settled down.

"He doesn't like this Mandy. His lungs get all gunked up and he starts sneezing and coughing and runs out of air. It's like drowning only slower.  Daddy hates the feeling.He gets panic attacks. But it gives him a better attitude toward women.  Doesn't itRichard. After twenty minutes of this you'll be begging for your little girl to lightup in the house all the time so she can blow her lovely cigarette smoke right in yourface. Won't you dear."

  Dad shook his head no. So I started smacking him on his balls with a riding crop. Mom grabbed a handful of his hair and held his head steady. We both lit up and exhaled our smokedown the tube. Dad's face was hidden by the swirling grey cloud and just likethat this turned into one of the best days of my life. We took turns taking drags andblowing smoke in Daddy's mask. We kept that thing full of smoke. Poor Daddy! He wasin hell. I loved it.

  He was strapped to the chair pretty tight but he still managed to thrash around so much he almost tore the mask off. Mom cinched the straps even tighter to keep thedevilish helmet in place. Daddy still fought though. With his arms held tight behindthe chair and Mom pulling on his hair so hard he couldn't really bang his head anymore. But he was jerking and twisting hard enough to make the chair bounce and dance a little. The noise of the chair legs banging on the floor interfered with the sound of Daddy’s sobbing and begging to be let go.

"Put an end to that squirming would you Mandy. Do whatever it takes."

  Daddy was being so silly. He couldn't win. All he was doing was getting Mom and me more excited. He knew better, I'd seen Mom play with him enough to knowDaddy understood that the more he fought the more out of control Mom got. Buthe was in a real panic from the smoke. It was irritating his eyes, his throat,his nose and especially his lungs. Not being able to breath because your air wasfull of your wife and daughter's cigarette smoke was not only a much slowerway to smother a man, it seemed to be a much more excruciating way to do it as well. Ithought it fabulous. I just hoped Mom was telling the truth when she said Dad had tolearn to like this or die trying. The idea of snuffing Daddy had been a fantasyof mine for over a year.

  Mom had said I should do whatever necessary to get Daddy to quit kicking so I waited until his legs were splayed apart and quickly stepped in closer tothe chair. Now I had both my legs in between Dad’s. He'd slumped down on thechair some with all his gyrations and he was naked so his balls hung just overthe front edge of the seat. All I had to do was lift my right leg some and myknee pinned Dad's balls against the front of the chair seat. The effect wasimmediate. I didn't even push my knee into Daddy's balls all that hard and hischest started heaving and he started huffing and puffing through that tube.He sounded like a cartoon bull getting ready to charge. Except Daddy was alltied up and he wasn't about to charge off anywhere.

  I pounded on his balls some more, lifting my leg to force my knee in between his legs. I found that if I bent my left leg a little first I could catch Dad'sballs between the bottom of the chair and my knee. They felt wonderful againstmy leg. If I pushed my knee up real hard I could feel Daddy’s squishy round balls. They were so tender, so vulnerable. I could just bouncemy right leg and Daddy's balls got crushed. Bump, Bump, Bump. Bump! Bump!

I bumped him ten times in a row. Kind of slow like. Before I was done Dadhad stopped kicking. His stomach was heaving, his chest too. But not as much asat first. Mom took a quick drag, blew smoke in the tube and then did it again.She passed her cigarette to me and while I was inhaling she covered the end ofthe tube with her hand so the smoke couldn't escape. When I leaned over shelet go and I added my smoke to the fog already filling Dad's mask. Then I banged himin the balls with my knee some more while Mom covered the tube.

Poor Daddy. He knew he should stay still, that the more he fought the more we'd torment him. But I guess his pain and his panic and his fear was just toomuch. He struggled. He heaved and he jerked and he flailed around as best hecould. His breathing was so tortured and so heavy that he was able to force smokeout of the sides of the mask. And I'm sure some tiny bit of fresh air was ableto leak in too.

But not enough to matter to Daddy. He was suffocating in his smoking mask. And Mom and I just kept blowing more smoke down the tube until we couldn't evensee his face anymore. I kept pumping my leg and smashing my knee into Daddy's ballswhile Mom and I smoked. Dad kept fighting but he was getting weaker, his movementsslower, less coordinated. It was wonderful.

"He's getting weaker Mom. How long are we going to keep this up."

"How long would you like to keep tormenting your father dear?"

  I grinned. Mom knew the answer to that. I'd told her about my snuff fantasy. Mom and I didn't have any secrets. Especially when it came to boys. And to Momall males were boys, even grown men like Daddy. So she knew exactly how longI wanted to keep it up.

"Until he's dead."

"Why Mandy, you'd kill your own father just for a little fun? You’d do it slow too wouldn’t you honey. So he’d suffer longer. What kind of daughter have I raised?" Mom laughed.

  Mom knew the answer to that. And I knew she wanted to do the same things to Daddy I wanted to do. We'd talked about what was going to happen to Daddy eventually. I'd told Mom howI keep seeing me and Dad in a snuff scene. Mom had told me she had the samefantasies. After that we started bouncing ideas off one another on the bestway to snuff Daddy. Eventually Mom agreed when the time was right I'd get todo him. I was hoping this was the right time. But Mom was being mysterious andI couldn't read her expression. So I kept pounding on my Dad's balls, tryingto turn them into mush.

  Mom finished her cigarette. After she exhaled the last of her smoke down the tube in Dad's mask she dropped the still burning Slim down the tube as well. Itwas funny how Daddy perked up when the hot coal landed on his face near hismouth. His legs jerked out, his head bounced against the back of the chairsome and he screamed. It was a bit muffled with the mask but it was a goodscream, full of pain and desperation and fear.

  Always before when we played with Daddy we tried not to make many permanent marks. Mom had a couple boy toys she entertained regularity and she couldburn them and cut them and pierce them and whip them till their skin scarredbut she tried to keep Dad clean. I'd always wondered why she was so carefulwith Dad. She said that if anything happened to him it would be best if thereweren't too many marks that would indicate prior physical abuse. Cause thatwould just get the cops all in a bother.

  But she'd just dropped a lit cigarette on his face and then laughed as it rolled around inside his mask and kept burning him for a good minute. No waythat wasn't going to leave a permanent scar. And on his face too. I looked atMom, raised my eyebrows, and smiled when she nodded back.

"It's OK to leave marks now. Anywhere you like hon. I’ve just decided Daddy's time is almostover. So burn him if you want. Burn him as much as you want anywhere you want. It won’t matter how it looks. Nobody but you and me and maybe Aunt Becky are going to see Daddy ever again."

  So I did. I put my cigarette against his cock, right on the tip, on his pee hole. God, it was great. His hip actually came up off the chair. I burned himthere again as his body went into wild convulsions. Mom laughed. She grabbedthe cigarette lighter off the table, flicked it to life and guided thebright dancing flame to Daddy's left tit. Smoke poured out of his mask as hescreamed and panted. It was so neat how his body reacted to the different kindsof pain and torture.

  With Mom still burning Daddy's tits I started to bump his balls with my knee again. Mom and I both had given up smothering him for the time being. Seeinghis reaction to the ball busting and tit burning more than made up for itthough.Poor Daddy. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to curl up to avoidmy knee to his testicles but Mom's tiny fire on his nipples made his chestrise up from the chair, which caused his hips to thrust forward andcounteracted his instinct to tuck up and protect his poor battered balls.This was a lot more fun than twisting Billy Gentry's tits.

"Mandy sweetheart, want to switch?"

  Mom was enjoying it too. I could tell. And like me she was ready to try something a little different. A girl gets like that sometimes when she'soverly stimulated. Just doing one thing over and over, no matter how thrillingand how much fun, loses its appeal sooner or later. At the pace we wereworking Dad over it was obvious we'd have to switch up frequently if wewere going to get all the pleasure from the man's torture we possibly could.

"Sure. I'll stay here to keep his legs spread till you get in place. Hand me your lighter. I want to work on Daddy's tits too."

  Daddy passed out several times that night. We played pretty rough with him. For a soon to be fourteen year old budding sadist like me getting to torture your ownfather like that was an incredibly wicked treat. And deliciously erotic. I wasso horny that at one point I sat on Daddy's face and made him eat me whileMom used her cigarettes on his dick. I must have had a dozen orgasms just fromthat one little game. And we played a lot more games with Dad that night. Wedidn't even bother trying to get any sleep we were so excited. Well, Daddywasn’t excited about what we were doing to him but he didn't have any choice.

  I'm not sure if I enjoyed it any more than Mom did though. I'd never seen her be so cruel, even with the usual pain sluts she entertained down in thebasement. I guess once she decided we were going to snuff Daddy she was finallyable to let herself go with him. I suspected Mom had snuffed men before butshe'd never really said that. I just knew that sometimes she'd take a newboy downstairs, some kid I'd never seen before and after a weekend of the mostwonderful male screams Mom would come up totally exhausted. And completely satisfied.

  Then she'd call one of her subbies and a couple hours later he'd come over to remove the 'trash' from the basement. She'd let me watch while her slavewrestled the metal garbage can into his SUV and drove off with it. SometimesMom took the pain slut she’d summoned downstairs for a couple hours of fun before she sent himoff with the trash and sometime she didn't. But she was always in a good moodfor days after one of those very special sessions.  Remembering how dreamy Momseemed after one of those weekends I couldn't resist asking her how it feltto kill a man.

"What's it like to snuff a guy Mom?"

"Mandy sweetie, what makes you think I know about that?" she giggled.

"Remember that boy you took downstairs a month ago? The blond headed boy. He looked to be a couple years older than me? Well, I watched what you did tohim. From the laundry room."

"I thought I'd locked that door before I started on my little friend. How did you manage to get in? And shame on you Mandy. You're only supposed to watch meplay when I give you permission."

  Mom looked cross at me. Like she was mad. For a second I was nervous. Then she laughed. And I could tell she wasn't really angry with me. Ever since we'dstarted sharing our favorite fantasies about the most fun was to snuff Daddymy Mom and I had gotten closer. And I realized that this day, that these lastfew weeks in fact, had been inevitable. Mom was a sadist. And I was too.Despite any misgivings she must have had about including a thirteen year oldgirl in a killing scene she had to know that I'd never would have forgiven herif she'd shut me out of this kind of fun.

  There's something so sensuous, so captivating, so god damned thrilling about holding a man's life in your hands and knowing that with just the tiniest bitof effort you can snuff him out as easily as you turn out a lamp. The feelingof power is intoxicating. I don't care if you’re a teenager, middle aged woman or agrandmother. For a sadistic woman nothing beats the feeling of killing a manfor the sheer pleasure of it.

  I was lucky. I got to discover all this with my Mom. And my step Dad. That was probably the best part, getting to snuff Daddy as my first kill. Snuffing my own father made itall that more intimate. And that's what I like best about taking a boy's life.It's so intimate, so precious, so fucking naughty. And sooooomuch fun.

  Mom and I tortured Dad all weekend. We started the Friday night before MemorialDay and didn't finish with him until the next Monday afternoon. Mom had it all planned.Sometime Friday night when Dad was passed out after a particularly vicious torturesession Mom and I went downstairs and played with my brother Tommy for a bit. Wedidn't hurt him like we were hurting Dad but we tortured that whimpylittle boy until he beggedus to stop. We hurt him some more just for fun then Mom chained him to the steel postin the basement. We left him there all weekend while we continued to slowly snuff out Daddy’s pathetic life. Itwas glorious.

  We were going to try and fit in as many of our snuff fantasies as possible with Dad in the time we had with him. Which meant we were going to try and kill him half adozen different ways. The trick would be to revive him after each of the first few killsso we could do him again. And again.And again.

  Mom knew a guy who was an EMT and worked on an ambulance. He got her one of those semi-portable defibrillators. This was all the way back in nineteen ninety or so before the portable defrib machines became popular. Now lots of folks keep one of those handy. I know I do. In case one of my victim’s heart gives out on him before I’ve finished having my fun with the poor boy. I learned from my Mom that snuffing a boy then quickly reviving him so you can torture him some more and kill him all over again is the way to go. It’s twice the fun. Or three or four times the fun if you can revive him that many times.

The EMT guy who got Mom her first defibrillator was Mom’s slut. He did what she asked. Having a slave who runs an ambulance can be handy for girls like me and Mom. Anyway, Mom got the guy to give her an oxygen tank, some stimulants and several other things to help keep Daddy alivewhile we killed him. It sounds like the opposite of what you'd want to do ifyou wanted to kill a man. But it's not if you remember that the reason womenlike Mom and me like to snuff  men is because basically we like to hurt them,we like to make them suffer, we like taking everything thy have away fromthem. So prolonging their agony simply prolongs our pleasure. And making themdie over and over again until their poor little brains turn to mush just givesus orgasm after orgasm. So keeping Daddy alive for three days of unendingtorture makes perfect sense if you're a sadistic bitch girl like me.

"Daddy? Are you awake? Come on silly. Mom and I want to play some more."

  He'd passed out from all the smoke. When Mom took off the smoke mask Dad seemed real pale. I think it was the second time Daddy had passed out. Itwas after midnight and we were just getting started on him. Mom said it didn'tcount if he passed out but his heart didn't stop. So we were trying to makethat happen just with our smoke. Although I must admit the kitchen was gettingpretty polluted. It was starting to smell like a bar.

"Daddy dear. Wake up now. Mom and I aren't done with you. It's early. We wantto have some more fun."

  Eventually he came around. Whenever Dad stopped moving, when he slumped over in the chair Mom would touch her cigarette to a sensitive part like his dickor one of his tits or one of his battered balls. If he flinched then we knewhe was faking. Then Mom and I would both burn him and crush his balls twice asmuch as we'd been doing before. It was fun. I almost wished Daddy would keeptrying to play possum. Getting to torture him that much in such a shortperiod of time was heavenly. But this time it looked like he'd really passedout even if his heart didn't stop.

  While Daddy was passed out Mom told me her plan. Daddy’s body was all messed up. We couldn’t leave it like that. Mom needed the body found so the cops would know he was dead. She wanted the life insurance. We didn’t need the money. But it was a matter of family pride and principal. When you did a man you took everything from him. Besides, Mom planned on marrying again. She’d need to be a widow first so she could get rid of her current husband.

So we were taking Daddy to the family cabin. It was way back in the woods up in the mountains. It was primitive. It was Dad's retreat from thehustle and bustle of running his chain of dry cleaning companies. There was a well andan outhouse and a creaky old oil furnace for winter. We were going to take Dad up thereand tie him up and torture him for a couple more days and then fix the furnace so it'd setthe cabin on fire. With Daddy trapped inside. We'd get to watch him and hear him burnalive. When Mommy told me all this I got wet. I saw her looking at me funny and realizedI'd slipped my hand between my legs and I was masturbating to thoughts of Daddy burning anddying and suffering so bad. I looked back at Mom and smiled a dreamy smile as I slid my fingersin and out real fast and climaxed. After my oigasmMommy leaned over and kissed my forehead.

  We had a lot of fun with Dad. Mom called her sister before we left. Aunt Becky came over to stay with my brother Bobby while Mom and I went to the cabin to snuff Daddy. My Auntbrought her own son Andy with her. Aunt Becky was going to stay with the boys while Mom and me took Daddy up to the cabin for four days of glorious torture. Aunt Becky would be out alibi. She’d say all of us girls stayed home with my brother and cousin while the big grown up man went off fishing. It was a plan Mom and Aunt Becky had used before. Under different names of course. A woman who loses three husbands to suspicious fires is a too obvious murder suspect. So I had a lot of different names growing up.

The guys seemed especially sensitive to pain that day so Mom and Aunt Becky and I played with the two boys and my Dad for hours. At some point Daddy begged us to spare his life. He said he didn’t deserve to die. Of course he didn’t. But that wasn;t the point. We deserved the fun of snuffing him. And our fun, however fleeting and frivolous was way more important than Daddy’s silly life. It seemed right for Daddy to suffer and die so I could have a few days of wicked fun.

     Thinking that made me remember my friend Trish and what she’d said about her own Daddy months ago. I mentioned to Mom that my lover Trish Deering wanted to get rid of her Dad too. Mom knew Tricia. And she knew Trish and I had almost snuffed that homeless guy a month ago when we’d kicked the shit out of him. I didn’t keep things like that from my Mom. She’d have been disappointed if I didn’t share all the exciting details of how I hurt my boys. Besides, my Mom had good ideas about how best to torture men and get away with it.  Mom knew Tricia and knew my friend was every bit as sadistic as we were. We could trust Trish. She was like family. And thinking of her as family gave me an idea.

I told them how Trish wanted to snuff her Dad too, and how we’d been training the loser for almost a year and how Trish was almost seventeen and close to being an adult and how she’d benefit from inheriting her Dad’s money and insurance and mostly how much Tricia would enjoy torturing the man to death. Mom laughed. Aunt Becky hugged me. They liked Tricia. Not as much as me I guess since I was fucking the older girl every chance I got. But Mom and Aunt Becky recognized a kindred spirit when they met one. And Tricia was good people. Or at least she was one hell of a good sadist.

So both Mom and Aunt Becky thought it was a good idea to involve Trish. And her bastard Dad.We all liked the idea of getting to kill two birds with one stone so to speak, or in this case killing two men with one cabin fire. Best of all it’d seem more likely that two men went to the cabin together to do some fishing than if my Dad just went by himself.  All we had to do was see if Trish was up for it and if her Dad was available. I called her. Turns out my sex crazed sadistic lover was eager to join in the fun. Like there was ever a doubt. My girl Trish knows how to have a good time with a guy.

  While Mom and Aunt Becky loaded Daddy in the truck I got to spank my brother and cousin. I made them strip first. While I whipped the ass of one of them I made theother suck the whippee's cock. Is that a word? Whippee? Victim is probably more accurate. My brother and cousin hate sucking each other’s cocks. That makes it more fun for me to make them do that. Bobby shot a load of cum in Andy’s mouth but I couldn’t Andy to come. Oh well, whipping his ass till it was a bloody mess was still fun.

I only whip boys to torture them. Anyway, that day the boys were sobbing and practicallyhysterical by the time Mom and Aunt Becky had Daddy secure in the SUV. As Mom and Ileft for Tricia’s to pick up her and Mr. Deeringmy aunt Becky said not to worry. She knew how to deal with the boys. We all laughed at that.We laiughed harder when Aunt Becky picked up a strapon harness, held it against her hips and made that thriusting motion that only means one thing. Well, the women laughed. The boys just cried harder. They knew exactly how my Aunt plannedon dealing with them. They'd felt her huge dildos pounding up the butts countless times.

We got to Tricia’s and her Dad had no idea what we were up to. Tricia let me and Mom in. We both had stun guns. Mom gave Tricia one and the three of us went to fetch her Dad. He was watching some sports show. We let Trish zap him first. She snuck up behind him and let his have it in the neck. He spassed out so Mom and I could jam our stun guns in his crotch and let the man have a good long jolt. Getting him tied up and in the car was easy. Tricia tossed some of his jeans and shirts in a duffle bag, I grabbed his fishing gear out of the garage and twenty minutes after getting there we left  for the cabin with two men bound and gagged on the floor of Daddy’s SUV. Trish drove her Dad’s car and followed us to the cabin.

  Doing our Dads at the cabin was marvelous. We took our time. Mom said we could do just about anything we wanted except break bones. We were going to set the men on fire just before they died andthe hot flames would destroy any evidence of the games we’d played with our snuff muppets.The fire would burn away the soft tissues. So we could paddle them and burn themand even use barbed whips on them to tear their flesh to shreds. We just couldn’t break any bones. That was OK. We had plenty of wicked fun with the two men anyway. We had ourselves some good old fashioned sadistic fun. It was my first real snuff. Tricia’s too. Itwas our Dads. They suffered horribly for three days. I was the last sight my Dad saw when his heart stopped and his eyes glazed over and his silly life drained away for good. It doesn't get much better than that.

I think the best part of snuffing Daddy was how sad he looked. He thought there was a special bond between us. I’d encouraged him to think that. The man new his wife was unspeakable cruel and he had to have suspicions that she meant to kill him one day. But I made sure Daddy always felt that I was more sympathetic than Mom. I lead him to believe I wouldn’t let her go all the way with him and actually snuff him. So when I was the one torturing him to the edge of death time after time for three glorious days it shattered my Dad emotionally. He was as close to losing his mind and all his humanity there at the end. I mean I made the man suffer! Mom said she’d never seen a man so totally destroyed. Fortunately we timed it just right. He was still a man when I snuffed him. He still understood who he was and what he was losing. It was beautiful.

By the time it was time to set the two Dads on fire neither could move. We’d beat the bottoms of their feet so savagely they couldn’t stand. Trish had stuck so many needles deep under their finger nails the men’s hands were useless. We removed all the needles before we poured the heating oil over their bodies and lit them up of course. A freak fire burning down a cabin and the two men inside can be explained. Fifty or so insanely sharp needles stuck under their finger nails, well, that’s not something a cop sees every day.

Mom had experience setting men on fire and making it look like an accident. You have to make sure their lungs are full of smoke and the inside of their throats are seared so the investigators know they were alive and breathing when the fire killed them. So we tore some of the bedding up, busted up a chair and poured some of the cabin’s heating oil in a big pot. Then we set that on fire and made my Daddy and Tricia’s breathe in the sooty smoke. Sticking Daddy’s head in that small fire was a real turn on.  I was so aroused that I couldn’t keep my hands off Trish when she forced her own Dad’s head down in the flames. Mom was laughing here head off as Trish and I tortured the two men and tried to finger fuck each other at the same time. As it was we took a break after we got enough smoke in the men’s lungs and fell on the bed to make love. It was wild fucking my sexy teenaged girl lover while my Dad cried and wailed to the floor next to the bed. Ever since I’ve always had the best sex with a woman after I’ve just tortured some guy and he’s still writhing in agony and wailing in despair.

They were still breathing when we set them on fire. Dad was even conscious. He looked at me when I poured the oil over his head. Mom let me light him up. I used my silver Zippo and started the fire at Daddy’s feet. It was fun watching the flames work their way up his body, licking away at the unburned flesh, leaving behind a blackened husk everywhere they burned. He started to really thrash around when the fire got to his balls and his cock. That was fun but not as fun as when the flames reached his chest and then his head and started to eat away at his face. At one point his eyes were shooting out flames and Daddy looked like something in a horror movie. It was neat. We all stayed and watched the two helpless men die in the fire and only left when their bodies were still and there was no more unburned flesh showing. What a treat that weekend was. It was my first real snuff and to be honest nothing else has ever quite compared. But I keep trying to equal that magnificent experience. There are so many ways to torture men. I won’t rest till I’ve tried them all. It’s good being me. It’s good being wicked.

My little reverie about how good it is to be cruel and wicked was interrupted by jimmyslut. The poor boy had cried out in his fitful daze. Poor boy was so worn out he was half asleep even with the vibrators chewing away inside his asshole. He must be having a nightmare. Well buddy boy you’ll be in for a real nightmare when my lover Tricia gets here with your friend David. I wondered where my girl was. It’d be daylight in a couple hours. If I knew my lover she’d pulled over somewhere private and hurt her captive some on the trip back here. That girl had a harder time with self-restraint than I did. That’s what made her such a terrific lover. And sadist.

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.”

“It’s time to snuff jimmyslut.” Those words sent shivers of delight up my spine. I kissed my lover Tricia and asked her how she wanted to snuff the boy. The boy’s face went white when he heard my question. Trish laughed. She’d just tortured the boy for almost an hour. He knew what she was capable of. He knew she’d love to kill him as slowly and painfully as she could. And that I would too. I’d played with jimmyslut for hours before Trish got here with Jimmy’s best friend David. I’d made the poor boy betray his friend David less than a day ago and now jimmylut was going to die for it. We’d make David watch as we snuffed his buddy Jimmy. He was a lot more fun to hurt than jimmyslut. So jimmyslut would die first. Then we’d have some more cruel fun with David. It’s so goodto be me. It’s so good being the kind of girl who doesn’t let foolish concerns like morality and laws and decency get in the way of having some good old fashioned sadistic fun. And it’s good to have a BFF like Tricia to share the moments like these.

“Guess what we’re going to do with these lover.” Trish teased me as I dumped the contents of her bag out on the table.

The first thing out were the eight inch long road flares. I knew exactly what we were going to do with them. We were going to ram them up jimmyslut’s butt and then light them. The flares burn under water so they’d burn just fine inside jimmyslut’s ass hole too. We’d done this to several boys in the past and it never got old. I picked up one of the red coated flares and waved it under jimmyslut’s nose while I explained to the shaking boy exactly what we were going to do with it. The poor boy threw up. He didn’t have much in his stomach so his puke was mostly bile. I hadn’t feed him since I’d snatched him off the side of the road. He wasn’t going to live long enough to waste money feeding him. Besides, the I.V. fluid Tricia had prepared contained enough stimulants and calories to keep our boy perky and awake and aware while we tortured him to death.

Trish cut off a couple feet of the primer cord that had also spilled out of her toy bag. It’s a heavy twine coated with the same stuff used in the flares. I have no idea about the chemistry but the stuff has its own oxygen in it apparently. There some sort of chemical mixed in the stuff that burns real hot and gives off lots light and sparks. That’s why it’s good for flares. And good for coating cords when you want to set something off from a distance. Oh, and it’s also good for poking down just about any hole in a boy you can find. For a good time stick some primer cored in a boy and light it up and watch it broil the boy from the inside out. Tricia performs magic with the flares and the primer cord. It’s a joy to watch her burn boys like this.

She tied one end of the cord to the fuse of the one flare, wrapped a couple loops around of the loose cord around the second flare then tied tail end of core to the second flares fuse. We’d done it this way before. We’d ram first one flare up jimmyslut’s butt then cram the second one in behind the first. The boy would have almost a foot and a half of road flare stuck up inside him. That alone was enough to cause him excruciating pain. The flares were made with a rough paper outer coating and the primer cord was coated with this rough incendiary abrasive material that was like sand paper. Poor jimmyslut’s insides were about to get reamed out real good. We were going to burn him a new A-hole. The least I could help but taunt the boy about his next indignity.

“I hope you appreciate the care we’re taking with this hon. Most girls would be satisfied shoving just one flare up your ass and lighting that. Tricia’s an artist jimmy. She’s doing two flares. So it will burn way up inside you. And best of all baby, both flares will be burning at the same time. We used to do it so the outer one burned all the way down then the inside one did. But none of our playmates could stay conscious for the whole second flare to fry their innards. So by using the primer cord baby we can get the second flare to start burning inside you five or so minutes after we light up the first one. That way you’ll be awake to feel the deeper burns too baby. So see jimmyslut, we really do want your snuff to be good sweetie. For us that is.” I laughed.

      The poor boy turned white. His body went into revolt and his chest and stomach heaved, his breathing got all ragged and accelerated. It was marvelous. And we hadn’t even lit him up yet. God, when we started to actually burn this loser it was going to be fantastic!

“You want to do the first one? Or the second Mandy?”

     I chose to shove the first flare up his butt. I was pretty sure the boy had a virgin hole. Defiling that would be its own little thrill.  I grabbed the flare in the middle and pressed the blunt end against jimmyslut’s poor puckered hole. The kid had his muscles clenched down so tight I had to give it a huge shove to get it in. I liked that he was fighting it. By clenching his muscles he just made it more painful for himself. Not that he could have relaxed any. When I’d picked up the flare Trish had opened the box of barbed needles and she was jamming them into jimmyslut’s balls. The needles were modeled on the lances used in bull fights.

     Tricia bought a ranch down in Mexico a few years ago and she went through a Latin phase. Part of that phase was attending bull fights. She even has a whip made from a bull’s penis. That she got to cut off the bull. While he was still alive and roaring like a, well, like a castrated bull. Her whip’s called a quirt. After Tricia cut the penis off they cleaned it out so all that was left was a long skinny bag of skin. Then they hung that from a wooden beam with the cock head end pointing down and filled the open base end of the severed bull’s cock with sand. As it stretched they added more sand until the thing was about two and a half feet long. Then they dump out the sand, cure the empty cock which turns it into leather and finally twist the thing into a decent little whip. Sort of like a riding crop only not quite as stiff.

     Trish gets into other things Latin down on her ranch. Like Mexican boys. There’s so much poverty down there, and so many young men leave home to try and earn something for their families. For some their quest ends in the U.S. with a job and an apartment shared with half a dozen compatriots. And for some their trip ends at Tricia’s ranch. She’s down in Mexico four months a year. She usually gets to snuff a Mexican every week. Boys are plentiful, life’s cheap and Tricia has a big appetite.

    She has two quirts. One’s the long one from a bull s penis. The other’s only a foot long. It’s from a boy’s penis. Tricia cut that one off too. While her boy was still alive and kicking and screaming. My lover stretched that boy’s severed cock herself, filling it with sand until it was over a foot long then letting it dry and taking it to a leather craftsman to turn into the cutest little whip you ever saw. Next time I go down to her place she said she’d find a boy for me so I could make my own authentic Mexican quirt. It’ll be a blast.

      Too bad we can’t take jimmyslut down to Tricia’s ranch with us. The local policia are so corrupt down there you can get away with just about anything. Snuffing the occasional boy is no big deal if you pay off the jefedelpolicia. He’s a pig of a man and he’s into blond haired boys. Once a year Tricia goes up to Cancun or out to Cozumel and picks up a nice Australian or American kid during spring break and takes him Senior Gozales. That seems to keep the fat slob happy. And Tricia can hunt down a dozen boys during her stay without worry.

     The barbed needles she was poking into jimmyslut were about four inches long and they had tuffs of red or white or green yarn attached to the non-barbed end. Once my girl poked half a dozen in jimmyslut’s left nut it looked quite festive. The second road flare dangling from his butt hole looked festive too.

    I’d managed to get the first flare shoved all the way up inside the boy. When I had half of it up him I wiggled it back and forth real hard. Jimmyslut screamed nicely for us. Tricia stuck a dozen little lances in his right ball and we had ourselves a good laugh at how jimmyslut squirmed and twitched and just looked so damned miserable. I went ahead and rammed the last of my flare up inside the boy. I used the end of the other flare to push mine in the last inch or so. That was I didn’t have to get my fingers all nasty on jimmyslut’s butt hole. He was bleeding some. The rough paper tore the skin of his anus. It was a lot of bleeding. No more than he was bleeding from all of the wickedly sharp four inch barbed spikes Trish had pricked both his balls with.

“Here babe, Wipe down the boy with this. The nurse in me doesn’t want to let those wounds get infected.”

    Tricia had tossed me a squeeze bottle of rubbing alcohol. I squirted some on jimmyslut’s butt hole and his balls. He shrieked and his leg muscles went into lovely little spasms. Tricia and I laughed our heads off. The cuts and puncture wounds we’d given him weren’t going to have enough time to get infected. Jimmyslut would be history long before then.

     I have to say our boy looked good with his balls all decorated with the colored yarn flying from the ends of the dozens of prickly tipped needles Tricia had driven deep into his balls. His butt looked fine too with that eight inch long red road flare dangling from it.  The inch and a half diameter flare looked downright cheerful the way it danced as jimmyslut’s body convulsed in agony.

     We switched places and Trish worked the second flare up jimmyslut’s ass hole while I used more barbed needles on his cock. I wasn’t too concerned about ruining the boy’s dick. Trish and I had both had our fucking fun with it. And David had a much nicer dick anyway. We’d both be fucking that fine stiff rod lots more before we snuffed the second boy. So jimmyslut’s prick was expendable. Just like jimmyslut himself.

“I have a feeling from your wicked smirk that we’re not going to light him up now are we Trish.”

“Not just yet lover. I made something for jimmyslut. Something real special. Look jimmy. It’s a one of a kind. I made it myself. What do you think baby? Want to feel this inside you?”

    It was special. Tricia had outdone herself. She held up a thing that can only be described as a magic wand. It was a little more than a foot long. It was thin, maybe three eights of an inch long. It looked like it was made of three strands of wire twisted around each other. It was really stiff. When Tricia waved it under jimmyslut’s nose so he could see it didn’t hardly bend at all. The poor boy was really suffering from sixteen inches of road flare jammed up his poop chute and several dozen sharp needles stuck deep in his cock and balls. He had no idea what Tricia was showing him, He should have been impressed with her handiwork. Instead all the boy could think about was himself. He couldn’t stop sobbing about how bad he felt. Typical boy.Just another selfish prick.

“It’s fantastic Trish. We’re going to shove it down his penis aren’t we?”

“Where else lover. I made it long with one sharp end so we can jam it into the pubic bone at the base of his pelvis. We’ll shove it down his pee hole, poke the sharp end into the bone then pull his cock head out till it stretches out a full foot. The blunt end’s braided from three pieces of wire so there’s gaps between the individual strands. We can use pins through his cock and into the gaps to keep his dick from sliding back down my contraption. The best part is this wire is coated with the same stuff that’s in the flares. Once we get it down his prick we can light it and burn his cock from the inside out. It’s going to be awesome lover, burning both his ass hole and his cock from the inside at the same time.”

     I couldn’t stop giggling. It did sound awesome. It also sounded hot. Sexy hot. My cunt was so wet and hot I couldn’t keep my fingers out of it.

“Here baby, let me do that. You do me. Kiss me Mandy. Kiss me then fuck me good babe. Make me scream from a pleasure overload.”

     I did. We did. Jimmyslut was momentarily forgotten as Tricia and I made nasty lesbo love to each other. It almost always happens like this when we snuff a guy together. It makes it all so much better this way. We get to combine our two favorite things, snuff and sex. It’s like the two are made for each other. At least they’d made to go together if you’re a couple of cruel and horny girls like us.

I was sweating and panting and oh so happy when we stopped. I must have come half a dozen times. Trish had even more orgasms than me. Or at least she gasped and moaned and screamed like she was. And judging from the wet hair plastered to her head and the blissful grin on her lips I think it’s safe to say my lover had a good time.

    I stretched and got up to get us each some water and a yogurt. A girl’s got to keep her energy up when she’s fucking her lover and snuffing boys. Trish wasn’t satisfied with one yogurt so she whipped us up an omelet.  It hit the spot. After Tricia slid the eggs out onto the plates she came over and held the hot skillet against jimmyslut’s cock. Had to get the boy’s attention. We wanted him alert and fully aware of what was happening to him when we snuffed him. So after we finished our rejuvenating snack Trish got some drugs and injected them into our victim’s I.V. She’s a nurse. She knows about that kind of crap. I’m glad she does too. She can keep a boy so wired and hyped up he feels twice the pain of a normal boy. And that’s a fine skill to have for a sadist.

     We’d left the two road flares stuck all the way up the kid’s butt when we started our little sex and snack break. And Trish had gotten out her lovely new device, the one made of wire and flare chemicals that we were going to shove down jimmyslut’s cock. It was time to do that now. Even with the drugs Trish gave him our boy was fading. I’d been hard on him before Trish got here. She’d had some fun torturing him while I’d introduced myself to jimmyslut’s friend David. Then we’d shoved sixteen inches of rough road flare up the kid’s ass. No wonder he was feeling a little groggy. I figured we’d torn something loose inside him when Trish shoved the last four inches of flare up him. Safe and sane BDSM protocols say you shouldn’t stick more than six inches of dildo up a butt hole. We had more than twice that in jimmyslut. So it seemed prudent to get to the snuff part sooner rather than later. Which suited both me and Trish fine.  The kind of raucous and wanton sex we’d just had always seems to put both of us cruel bitches in a killing mood.

     I held the boy’s cock steady while Trish threaded that deadly wire rod down jimmyslut’s pee hole. It took some doing to hold his prick still. Trish didn’t help by jamming the first six inches in and out of his cock over and over again. In and out, in and out, like she was scrubbing out a bottle. Or reaming out a boy’s cock. The stiff wire wand she was using to torture jimmyslut was coated in flare innards and the outside of the thing was rough as a corn cob. Jimmyslut couldn’t stop screaming. We laughed and laughed at the boy. He was in such a state that Trish had to stop for a couple minutes or he’d have passed out from the pain. Being a nurse she’s really good at judging a boy’s breaking point. She kept jimmyslut right on the edge of losing consciousness. We wouldn’t want our boy going to sleep on us and getting a break from all this delightful torture.

    I took over when we started again and I must have poked that thing in and out of the boy’s dick three dozen times before Trish said to stop. There were traces of blood on the metal rod. I wasn’t surprised. The coating was rough as could be. It was gritty. Just touching it lightly with a fingertip scratched the skin. I could imagine the damage we were doing running that course grained abrasive in and out of jimmyslut’s poor penis. It was like shoving a cheese grate down his pee hole. I could tell it was hell for our jimmyslut. Imagining how we were tearing up all the flesh inside his cock made me horny. I grabbed my main girl and planted a wet one on her lips. Then pushed my head between her legs and had me a taste of wicked all American girl pussy. Trish was as wet as me. So what the hell, we took another fuck break. Jimmyslut wasn’t going anywhere. We left poor little jimmyslut hanging there with that devilish twisted wire wand poking half way down the inside of his prick and had ourselves some of the best sex ever. Something about snuffing boys brings out the best in me.

    You’d think a girl would be exhausted after a dozen climaxes in little more than an hour. But I wasn’t. I was stoked. We had a boy to snuff and my lover Trish had the best cock torture I could imagine planned for our guest. Trish grabbed the end of the thickly twisted wire and started jamming it in and out of the boy’s cock again. I started laughing so hard I almost peed.  So I climbed up on jimmyslut’s face, planted my hot slit on his lips and let go. Once my piss filled his mouth I squeezed my urethra shut and let the boy drink my first golden gift. Then I filled his mouth again. And again. Jimmyslut drank it all. I planted myself on his face after I pissed in his mouth so he had to swallow. I still had some pee in me so I squatted over the boy’s mouth and let fly. Tricia was laughing her ass off as my piss squirted up jimmyslut’s nose and he started to cough and choke and suffer. The girl has focus though. Laughing as she was at jimmyslut’s misery she still managed to maintain her hand action and jam that wire in and out of our boy’s penis.

Watching her hand pump up and down, up and down reminded me of a boy jerking himself off. I made the jack off motion with my own hand and Trish started laughing too. Then I wrapped my fingers around the outside of jimmyslut’s dick and I practically swooned. I could feel that nubby coarse wire thing rubbing away inside his pee hole every time Tricia pushed it in and out, in and out. It was hot knowing what that rough coated thing was doing in there. If you’ve ever cut your finger grating cheese you know how those tiny rough cuts hurt. Jimmyslut was shrieking, Trish was giggling so hard she lost her grip on the wire a couple times and I was getting so aroused I slipped my free hand between my legs and masturbated ‘normally’ while Trish masturbated our boy in the most sadistic way possible.

     As erotic as it was to torture a boy this was Trish and I managed to stay out of bed this time. I wanted to light jimmyslut up. I wanted to burn him from the inside. I wanted our boy to know a pain he couldn’t survive. We hadn’t done that to a boy in a couple years. I remembered how that kid’s body contorted and bucked and jerked like he was having some sort of fit. I wanted jimmyslut to experience the kind of pain that would do that same thing to him. I planned on wrapping my legs around his body so I could sit on him when we snuffed him. I wanted to feel his body shake and hammer and eventually die.

     With one final savage stroke Trish jammed the rod all the way down jimmyslut’s cock. The poor boy was so traumatized by what we were doing to him he had no boner left at all. Even with an I.V. Cialis drip. So there was a good eight inches of metal poking out the end of his tortured and limp little dick. Tricia used that as a handle to get the leverage she needed to drive the sharp point of the twisted wire into the boy’s pubic bone. Once she felt the point bite into bone she had me get her a mallet. She pounded on the twisted heavy metal rod to drive it deep enough into jimmyslut’s pelvic bone to make a decent anchor for what she planned next.

     Our poor boy had lost whatever erection he’d had. Even the mega doses of Viagra and Cialis couldn’t keep jimmyslut’s cock hard. Trish was prepared for that though. Anchoring the sharp end of the wire in the boy’s pelvic bone gave us something to work with. Tricia used three wires twisted together for a reason. I held the boy’s hips down on the table while Trish used forceps to pull jimmyslut’s cock up the wire. She jammed the end of the forceps down his pee hole next to the wire and just started pulling. Jimmyslut screamed of course. We laughed.

      Once Tricia had his cock stretched all the way to the end of the wire she asked me to hand her some of the barbed needles. I did. My naughty girlfriend stuck a needle in the side of our boy’s cock head and wiggled it and pushed on it and wiggled it some more until she worked it through the twists in the wire inside his prick and the barbed point poked out the other side of jimmyslut’s dick. I was surprised at how little blood there was. Even disappointed some I think.

“Want to do the next one lover?”

     Hell yes! I took a needle and stuck it in the top of our boy’s glans. God it was something when I started pushing it through his flesh. Keeping a boy on anti-shock drugs and stimulates while you torture him is the way to go ladies. Trust me. Jimmyslut was shrieking and carrying on and thrashing so beautifully I decided to pull the needle out and start all over again. Poor boy! I pricked his prick half a dozen times before I decided I had the barb in just the right spot. Then when I hit the wire inside his penis I thought I’d gone to heaven. I had to really work that long sharp needle to get it through the twists on the wire. The barb was doing so much damage inside our boy’s cock head it made me climax. My body was shaking with those lovely little sex spasms you get when you have a sudden climax. Mt hand shook too as I kept torturing poor jimmylsut’s cock with that barbed needle.

     I finally got the needle through the wire and shoved it one last time till the barbed point popped out on the underside of our boy’s cock head. Trish knew what she was doing. The barb kept the needle from sliding back in. So our boy’s penis was stretched out over a foot long now, the stiff wire inside pinned at the base of his cock and at the tip as well. It was longer than jimmyslut could have ever achieved on his own. It was skinny of course. Jimmyslut had a foot long pencil dick. But its slender girth was more than compensated by the way our boy’s hips were convulsing as he tried to deal with the agony in his cock.

      Now that we had jimmyslut primed and ready to light up we had decisions to make. From past experience we knew a boy could survive close to an hour once we lit up the road flares in his butt. A strong boy like jimmyslut might make it an hour and a half. So the question was, were we ready to start that final countdown or were there other wicked games we wanted to play with jimmyslut first?

“He can stay like this for hours and hours if we don’t set off the flares Mandy. You want to start or did you have something else you wanted to do to our boy first?”

      I grinned at my lover and nodded yes. Then cleared up the ambiguity by saying yes, I had lots more games to play with our boy. Tricia laughed and said she’d hoped I’d say that. I picked up the pack of Virginia Slims and plucked out a cigarette before offering the pack to Trish. We lit up, savored that first delicious lungful of smoke and then started burning our boy with our cigarettes. I was still straddling his belly so I started on his cock. Tricia started on his balls.

      I touched the hot tip of my cigarette to the boy’s cock head careful not to let my cigarette’s hot coal touch the wire fuse poking out from the boy’s dick. Then I used my burning cigarette to slowly trace a line down the length of his prick. I caressed his skinny dick with the smoldering coal of my Virginia Slim from head to base, dragging the wickedly hot tip slow enough to leave a nasty burn on the boy’s flesh. It was lovely. Once I reached his belly I took a long drag then burned my way through his pubic hair and down to the skin on his abdomen half a dozen times before starting a trail of seared boy flesh from the base to the head of his cock. I got three splendid foot long burns up and down that boy’s cock before my cigarette was smoked down to the last half inch. With no ashtray in sight I took one last drag then shoved the business end of my cigarette up our boy’s left nostril. God how he howled! He threw his head back and forth so violently I was sure he’d dislodge the still burning butt I’d stuck up his nose. But he didn’t. And his huffing and puffing from the exertion and pain just kept my cigarette burning longer. It’s a special treat when a boy helps you torture him even more. Jimmyslut was giving us quite a show.

     Tricia burned our boy’s balls while I worked on his cock. The dozens of barbed needles were still stuck fast deep in jimmyslut’s balls. Tricia burned the boy’s skin at the base of each of those needles. The she started on the untouched skin in between. With me burning his cock with my cigarette and Trish branding his balls with her cigarette we were doing a pretty good job of preparing our victim for his trial by fire. But our boy didn’t seem to appreciate our kind efforts. He kept shrieking and struggling and carrying on like he wanted us to stop. Which is exactly the state I like to keep a boy in before I snuff him. Sometimes a girl can push a boy too far too fast and he just wants it to end. He begs you to kill him. We’d get jimmyslut to that point eventually. It’s only when a boy pleads with you to end his life that you know you’ve tortured him enough. But there’s no reason to get to that exquisite time too soon.

“Now that was fun. What’s next on the agenda girlfriend? You must have something special you want to do to our boy before we light him up Trish. Go for it babe. Show jimmyslut just how cruel you can be.”

     Tricia leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back. I had my hand wrapped around our boy’s long artificially stiff cock and the sensation of that wire inside vibrating as I jacked off jimmyslut was sensational. Especially since the four long burns I’d made on the outside of his dick kept the boy in even more agony as my fingers rubbed that tender, freshly blistered flesh.

    Tricia’s a nurse. She knows things about anatomy and pain and keeping a boy alive long after he wants to die that I’ll never understand. Fortunately she and I are lovers. So I get to watch and enjoy as she does things to boys that I’d never imagined possible. She did something like that to jimmyslut now. She started with a simple ice pick.

“You’ll need to get off jimmyslut for this Mandy hon. I need access to his chest.”

    I slid off the boy. I gave his cock a good shake before I did. He howled. I smiled at my lover and watched as she poked the ice pick in jimmyslut’s chest. She didn’t push it far at first, just jabbed the point in about a quarter of an inch.  When she pushed down on the slender metal pick I could see that she’d placed it between two of our boy’s ribs. I raised an eyebrow as a silent question. Trish just smiled at me and pushed on the ice pick. It must have hurt jimmyslut because he started shrieking again. God that kid had a set of lungs on him. At least he did till Trish punctured one of them with the ice pick. Tricia jerked the ice pick back and forth and tore a nice medium size hole in the boy’s chest. I could only guess at the damage she’d done to his lung.

     He kept screaming but now it was with half the force as before. He sounded funny. And air wheezed out of the hole in his chest. The kid was getting visibly weaker. And his lips were turning blue. Tricia waved her arm over to where we keep the emergency supplies. We have oxygen, a portable defibrillator and some other medical equipment that comes in handy when you want to prolong a man’s suffering. I wheeled the tank of oxygen over and Tricia hooked up that little clear plastic tube behind jimmyslut’s neck and stuck the two tiny nozzles up his nose.

“His lung’s deflated. If you remember your high school anatomy you’ll appreciate that he’s got two lungs. So this won’t kill him. But it does cut his oxygen supply in half. This external tank will keep his blood oxygenated enough so he can enjoy the pain. Now, put your hands over the wound and press down Mandy. Don’t be concerned about pushing too hard. Go on. And watch his reaction.”

     I put my hands palm down on jimmyslut’s chest and pushed down. I leaned into it and got half my body weight over my hands. As I applied pressure his hips gyrated all over the place, his torso lurched on the table and he screamed like a crazy man. It was thrilling. So I pushed harder. And was happy to see jimmyslut suffer more. It was fun to push, then ease off, then push down real hard again, then ease off. The poor boy was going insane. I got into a nice rhythm bouncing my weight up and down over the hole Trish had punched through his chest and into his lung. This is why I love Tricia. She finds marvelous new ways to torture boys all the time.

“Now let’s break some ribs. That’s about as excruciating an injury you can have. I think half a dozen broken ribs will do our boy some good don’t you?”

     We used the mallet Tricia had used to pound that wire device into jimmyslut’s pubic bone. It was a nice heavy mallet. We took turns pounding on our boy’s chest. It takes a lot of blows to actually break a rib. Poor jimmyslut. He had dozens of bruises starting to darken his skin before we even finished. And oh how he shrieked when we broke a rib. Tricia had to up the amount of stimulants she was giving him to keep him from passing out. I played the bouncy game on his chest after we broke each rib. The look in that boy’s eyes was priceless. It was mostly agony but there was a nice mix of fear and hate and shock and bewilderment too. But it’s the pain I saw in his eyes and his face that set me off. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled Tricia to me and put my lips on hers and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth. I was so fucking horny. Without even thinking about it I swung a leg up over jimmyslut’s and climbed up on his chest like he was a horse. I grabbed handfuls of our boy’s hair and rode him like I was being chased by a devil. Only in this case I was the devil and poor jimmyslut was never going to get away. Until we snuffed him.

It was perfect. Just squeezing my legs tighter sent his body into convulsions. Bouncing up and down on him like I was on a galloping horse worked even better. I still had my lips locked on Tricia. She’d managed to work one of her hands between our boy’s chest and my legs. I felt her fingers slip into my pussy and I was soonmad with lust. I freed one of my hands from jimmyslut’s hair and cupped one of Tricia’s breasts. I stroked her nipple with my thumb. She responded by plunging her tongue deep down my throat and slipping her fingers deeper into my pussy. It was too much. I started to climax. I thought about holding back but then decided to just go with it. Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure flooded my body as orgasm after orgasm shook me so hard I almost fell off jimmyslut. Just when I though the ecstasy was over jimmyslut would convulse under me in agony and another climax would send delightful spasms through my body. I don’t know how long it lasted and I lost count of how many climaxes I experienced but when I came to my senses jimmyslut was limp beneath me and my lover Tricia was grinning from ear to ear.

“God that was good. I didn’t kill the little slut did I. Jesus Trish. Who knew you could have some much fun with a couple of broken ribs. Please tell me he’s still alive. I want to do that again lover! That was fucking unbelievable.”

     Tricia laughed. She told me he’d just passed out. He’d come around soon enough. Then she giggled and said she hadn’t seen me so excited since I’d gotten my third snuff, since my twenty five in twenty five revelation. That was eons ago. I’d been sixteen. Tricia and I had killed our Dad’s together for our first snuff. It was a year a later before I got my second kill. Mom wanted to make sure I had a fool proof plan. I guess I did cause my plan was to snuff a foolish boy and I did. Then I did my third a fourmonths later and it was like a religious experience or something. Snuffing that guy had been a revelation. I’d never had so much fun. It was like just now with jimmyslut. I started coming and coming and the orgasm went on for like forever and it was so intense I was just in love with the idea of snuffing every boy I knew. So I’d blurted out to Trish after my third snuff that I wanted to get twenty five kills by my twenty fifth birthday. Twenty five by twenty five became a joke between us whenever we saw a boy we liked. I got my twenty five by the way. With more than a month to spare. Riding jimmyslut like I’d just done put me back in that same youthful mind set where every snuff is special, every boy’s death is a chance to learn something more about myself.

“Wake our boy up Trish. You’ve got to try that. Then let’s fuck his tongue again. We’ve got to take this boy to a level of pain that even now he can’t imagine. Ride this slut babe. Climb up on his broken ribs and make him suffer so you can soar.”

    She did of course. Jimmyslut’s body was a wreck when Trish finished. And my lover girl was panting and grinning and almost delirious joy. God it’s good to hurt boys like this. I pulled her off our boy and took her to bed again. I couldn’t help it. My body was singing to me. The merest touch of my Tricia’s lips on my skin set me off. The thrill of her fingers gently probing between my thighs made me quiver with almost unbearable pleasure. When she penetrated me and thrust her hand in and out in that unique way only my lover knows I had the most powerful orgasm yet. That’s why I like to torture boys so much. It gets me in just the right mood to have the kind of awesome sex girls like me deserve. Of course I returned the affection. Tricia got off too. We did a sixty nine as we came to the wails of jimmyslut crying for his Mommy.

     It all became a blur after that. We were both in that magical place where everything just works effortlessly. Tricia grabbed a couple left over barbed needles and stuck them under the finger nails on jimmyslut’s index and ring finger. That got the boy’s body shaking real good so I took my cigarette lighter and burned his toes until they were little blackened crisps. We hugged and kissed then pounded on our boy’s chest full of broken ribs. I climbed up on his face and forced his stud encrusted tongue up my slit.  Tricia grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head back and forth so his stiff tongue could give my hot wet cunt a decent workout. We traded places and Tricia rode the boy’s face while I jerked his head this way and that, hoping to give my lover the ride of her life and hoping I’d scramble our boys brains in the process.

     We embraced over the boy. We licked and kissed and fondled each other until both of us were ready to climax. Then Tricia flicked her lighter and started on our boy’s tits again while I used my lighter to burn a few of his fingers. I came first. When jimmyslut’s body lurched up off the table I climaxed. Trish had her orgasm a second later when jimmyslut let loose with the most incredible shriek. It was the kind of scream you heard when a man was dying and he knew there was no reprieve. It was heavenly. Trish and I both climaxed again, together this time.

“It’s time lover. If I have many more climaxes like that I’ll be too tired to light this boy up. Let’s do him T. Let’s turn our boy into an inside out candle.”

      Tricia nodded yes, a beautifully cruel smile on her lips. We were ready. Time for jimmyslut to die. There was maybe half an inch of coated wire sticking out of the end of our boy’s dick. Tricia and I both flicked our Zippos, we both moved the flame to jimmyslut’s cock, we both bathed the head of that boy’s prick in our lovely flames. The wick poking out of his pee hole sputtered then ignited. A sparkler like shower of fiery sparks shot out of the end of our boy’s cock. For a full minute the hot little embers landed on his balls and his stomach and his upper thighs. Jimmyslut shrieked like it was the worst pain he’d ever felt. Then the fire burning at the tip of his cock went inside the boy. His shrieks got louder, the tone popped up an octave. Now he was starting to understand what real pain was like. We were subjecting our boy to the kind of agony nobody can survive. I felt good all over.

     Once the sputtering fire was contained within jimmyslut’s cock I wrapped my hand around his prick. I could feel the heat in there through his flesh. I slid my hand up and down his cock a few times just because it was fun to feel how hot it was at the top and how normal it was at the base. Tricia put her hand on the boy’s dick and jacked him off some too. She laughed. She’s beautiful when she laughs like that, all bubbly and happy because she’s snuffing a boy. I kissed her. She kissed back. I was tempted to take her to bed again. But I didn’t. Not yet. We’d fuck again soon. After we’d finished setting jimmyslut on fire from the inside. Then we’d make sweet love together and it’d be wonderful just like it was every time we jumped into bed together after snuffing a boy.

     Three inches of road flare fuse stuck out from jimmy’s butt. The flares were jammed completely inside the boy. I let Trish light it up. I was having too much fun jacking off the boy’s super-hot cock. I had to hold his prick loose between my fingers it was so hot. Needless to say things got hotter once the road flare ignited. Trish held the flame of her lighter against jimmyslut’s butt much longer than she needed to set the flares off.  I didn’t blame her. Torturing a boy like this was just so fucking good. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a boy’s hips convulse so hard before. Heck, his whole body was jerking and twisting and shuddering so hard it’s a good thing we had him tied down. Jimmyslut’s body was gyrating so violently he dislocated his shoulder. Trish, ever the nurse, said it was an anterior, or forward, abduction. I didn’t have a clue what that meant but I knew it had to hurt the boy like hell. Jimmyslut was screaming his head off.Poor guy. The kid couldn’t catch a break.

With the flares burning inside his cock and his butt hole now Trish and I could finally prep the boy for the Grand Finale. We had maybe another thirty or forty minutes with him before the fire we’d lit inside him killed him. It was difficult to judge cause we’d never flared out a boy’s butt at the same time we burned out his penis. In any event, jimmyslut’s agony wasn’t going to last much longer and there were still things we could do to make his final minutes even more painful.

     We keep scented lamp oil in the studio for situations like this. Tricia pulled the oxygen tubes from jimmyslut’s nose. She handed me some latex gloves, took some for herself and we both gloved up. Then we poured small amounts of oil on our protected hands. I went to work oiling up jimmy’s cock while Trish put a good coating on both his balls. The heat inside the boy’s dick was fierce. It felt good in my hands. His prick almost seemed alive the way it twitched and jerked in my grasp. But it was hot. Too hot to handle for long. I made quick work coating the outside of his now broiled cock. Tricia had to work around all the barbed needles stuck in the boy’s testicles so I finished first. I slopped some o=more oil on jimmy’s cock and let the excess run down the inside of his thighs.

     Then we both oiled up his chest. Of course we had to push on it pretty hard. Not to spread the oil. Just cause we both just loved the way his body contorted when we pounded on his broken ribs. After we tortured his ribs some I worked more of the lamp oil in his hair while Tricia lovingly covered his tongue and his cheeks and his chin with a thin veneer of the sticky oily stuff. And we were done. For now. We kept the bottle of lamp oil close for future need.  Jimmyslut had started to smell after a day of torture. The sweat, the piss in his mouth. The seared flesh, it all added up to an odor that some find objectionable. Trish and I weren’t bothered so much. The boy’s pungent aroma was due to the various indignities and tortures we’d subjected him to for the last thirty hours. To us that aroma represented cruel fun and sadistic excess and the ultimate thrill for a wicked girl. We could live with the smell know what we’d done to make it. Even so the orange cinnamon scented oil was appreciated.

     We use oil instead of gasoline when we burn men because, first, the oil smells better, and second, the oil coats the skin and stays in place when you finally set the boy on fire. The flames last longer. If we needed jimmyslut’s body found we’d have to make his death look like an accident and use whatever fuel was appropriate: gasoline for a faked car accident, heating oil for a house fire, paint solvents for machine lubricants or an industrial accident. But nobody knew we had jimmy. We were going to destroy his body. Nobody but us would know what happened to the boy. Well, me and Tricia and David. He was still tied to the St. Andrews cross watching everything we did to his friend. He’d know exactly how we’d killed jimmyslut. But we didn’t have to worry about David. We weren’t going to let him go.

     Once we had our boy coated in oil in all the right placesTricia and I stood next to him just enjoying the show he was putting on for us. His body was possessed. These delicious little spasms were wracking his frame from head to foot. Waves of convulsions coursed up and down the boy, sometimes shaking his so violently his hips lurched off the table like he was trying to thrust his cock into some imaginary vagina only he could see. Or maybe his body was in such excruciating pain he just could help it. Either way it was fun to watch. We stood there nuzzling each other while we each kept a hand on jimmyslut’s body. Feeling how furiously his muscles contracted and quivered and shook was a real turn on. Especially when one of us punched him in his needle pierced balls or twisted one of the rings piercing his tits. But mostly it was the road flares burning away inside his A-hole and the triple twisted wire coated with combustible chemicals blazing inside his penis that made the boy such a joy to be with.

“Look at David over there lover. He’s got a boner. A big one too. Cialis doesn’t do that to a boy unless he’s turned on does it? The drugs don’t get a man aroused do they? They just make it easier for him to get a stiffie if he’s already in the mood right?”

“That’s’ the way it works Amanda. So if our Davey has a hardon it must mean he’s getting off on watching his buddy die. You talked to him. Think he’s that much of a subbie? What’s his story? Did some nice woman teach him to appreciate violent vixens like us?”

“His Auntie Emily did a number on the boy. We may have to revise our plans for David. Loyal and obedient slaves are such a chore to train. Looks like our boy over there is well on his way to being a real slave.”

     Tricia just laughed then pulled off her gloves. It was time. Jimmyslut didn’t have much longer to live. The last of our fun with him was about to start. I pulled off my oil coated gloves too. They’d done their job and kept our hands oil free while we played with jimmy’s tortured body. We were going to set him on fire now. So he’d burn alive from the inside and the outside. We’d never quite done it this way before. It promised to be so much fun.

     Tricia grabbed her lighter and started the boy’s balls on fire. The flames slowly spread to his thighs then his cock. Jimmy thrashed so violently little flecks of burning oil flew around and burned him some more. I picked up the bottle of oil and poured a health amount in arc of jimmyslut’s eyes. Before I did I paused long enough for one last look into the boy’s soul. He was in terrific pain, that was clear. He was also terrified. Panicked may be a better description. Then there was the psychic hurt that was so evident as he looked up at me. I pulled Trish over so she could see it too. She giggled, I kissed her, she slid her hand between my legs and as we both stood there gazing down into jimmyslut’s tortured, nearly dead stare I poured the oil in his eyes, flicked my lighter to life and touched the bright little flame to his hair.

     The oil lit, he flung his head back and forth. Trish and I stepped back a bit. The flames traveled down his forehead, along his cheek, across his mouth and tongue. Small pillars of flame burned out of his eye sockets, like tiny lamps. The room was glowing with light from the boy’s flaming body. He was being consumed by fire now. It was glorious. I looked at Tricia, then at jimmy. His body gave one final heave and then went still. We held each other tight. I kissed her deep, long, wet. We glanced at the boy again. He hadn’t moved. I whispered in my lover’s ear.

“We did that darling. We snuffed that boy. God that was fun.” I sighed, utterly content.

“I know babe. And it was splendid wasn’t it. I’d like to hear how Kim and Lauren’s story can possibly top this.” she giggled.

    The next few hours were a blur of glorious, tender, generous, loving sex. It’s always like that after snuffing a boy. Before we kill him, while we’re still torturing him the sex is all greedy and hard and intense and eager. Once we’ve satisfied our sadistic needs our sexual needs seem not so fierce. My body is still keyed up from the snuff but it’s more like a relaxed alertness, a comfortable contentment. It’s nice. Snuffing boys is nice too. Real nice. Both ways of feeling are nice, just in different ways. Best of all I know I’ll get to feel both these ways again soon. I have to get back home tomorrow. I have two stepsons and a husband that need attending to. At least one of them is going to die a painful death when I get back. Maybe two. I haven’t decided yet. But there’s time. And right now my lover’s legs are spread and I want to taste her intoxicating pussy again.

My youngest son was being stubborn again so I used a cane on him. A dozen savage blows to his naked bottom changed the boy’s attitude. After I made a dozen bloody new welts on Billy’s butt he decided to do what Mommy told him to. When he’d acted up yesterday I’d chained him to a post and given him a hundred vicious strokes with my whip. I made my little boy count every blow to help him learn his lesson. Every time he cried I added five extra blows. He was only supposed to get twenty strokes at first. But Billy cried out a lot. So I got to add lots of stokes to his punishment. When Mommy tells one of her boys to do something he’d better do it. Without question or hesitation. I demand total obedience from my stepsons. My two boys are still learning how to obey their new Mommy. My oldest is already his Mommy’s total slave. It’ll be awhile before the youngest boy gets it completely. Even so I love everything about being a Mom. I have two adorable teenaged boys to torture as much as I like. If I’d known it could be this much fun being a Mommy I’d have married a man with kids years ago. But better late than never.

I’m just back from a long weekend downtown at my ‘studio’. My friend and lover Tricia spent three days torturing two lovely young boys. It wasn’t planned,  it was just one of those happy little accidents that turn out to be such lovely surprises when they happen. I’d stopped for a hitchhiker. He’d been a cute boy. One thing led to another and I zapped him with a stun gun then tied him up and took him to my play space. I wanted to play my favorite games with him. Boys don’t usually survive my favorite games. I play for keeps when I play. Poor little Jimmy Copeland didn’t. But Ms. Amanda and Ms. Tricia had a lovely time playing with a boy nobody would ever find.

I must have been on a real lucky streak when I grabbed Jimmy off the side of the road because the kid had a best buddy living in D.C.  and my wicked girlfriend and lover Tricia Deering was there finishing up at a nursing seminar. I called her about the other boy. We got lucky. She used the information Jimmy had given me and tricked this other boy into meeting her. Well, one thing lead to another, and a few hours later Trish and I were making love to each other and playing cruel games with two delightful little boys instead of just one. Double the pleasure, double the fun. We had a blast torturing those two kids.

Now one is dead and the other is wishing he were. That second young man was still with Trish. She promised me she’d keep him alive till I got back. I’d hated to leave. Tricia and I had been having so much fun slowly torturing those boys to death. The surviving boy had a huge cock though, and he was strong. So we decided to snuff him last. But burning him and fucking him up was really fun. But I’m a Mommy now in addition to being a fun loving women who likes to pick up stray boys. And everybody know the Mom who neglects her boys too long ends up with naughty little boys. I’d been gone less than a week and already my two stepsons were showing signs of thinking they still had a life of their own. Yeah, right. Like I’d ever let them stray outside the narrow slut life I planned for them. So I’d left Tricia with our prey to come back home and attend to my son. I’d torment my cuckold husband some more. I was just about done with Richard. His time was almost up. So I’d have some fun with the man before I snuffed him. I knew my lover Tricia would know what to do with boy we’d snatched. All I could hope was she wouldn’t break him too badly before I could get back to our play space. I wanted to be there for the kill.

Billy is my youngest. He’s going to fourteen in a couple months. His older brother Tommy is sixteen. I’m turning the boys into my slaves. It’s been surprisingly easy. And outrageously fun and exciting.For me at least.The trick to making a man your pain slut is to be ruthless. I’m good at that. I enjoy being ruthless with my men.  And I’m good at being cruel and wicked and naughty. That suits my personality perfectly. I like torturing boys. I like seeing the pain and fear and hurt in their eyes. But mostly I like destroying them. I like taking away their dreams. I love dashing their hopes. I adore ruining their futures for them. I want them to feel pain and loss and despair. The emotional and mental torture I inflict on the boys satisfies something in me that nothing else can. Well, like almost nothing else can. Taking a man’s life for him, now that’s real fun. I know. I’ve done it dozens of times.

I married the boy’s father Richard Ryan for his money. He has lots of it. All of it will all be mine soon. At first I was skeptical about becoming a Mom to two bright and energetic boys like Billy and Tommy. Silly me. It’s been the best experience of my life. They were so young and innocent and full of life when I started training them. Destroying all that for them has been an outstanding treat for me. I’ll always love that about my boys, how they sacrificed everything just to provide their step Mommy her cruel and extremely sadistic pleasure.

My name’s Amanda Ryan. I was twenty the first time I married. That lasted a year. My husband drowned. In a hot tub at a rented cottage in Jamaica. We were on our second honeymoon. He struggled quite a bit before he died. I was there. My Paul died with his head clamped between my legs and his face just under the surface of the water. I must have had three orgasms while he twisted and jerked and tried to get free. I even pulled him up and did mouth-to-mouth on him twice when he stopped breathing. It was fantastic. He drowned and I saved him. So I coulddrown him again. And make him suffer even more for me. He looked so sad when I revived him so I could snuff him all over again. The first time gave me goose bumps. And a powerful orgasm. So of course I had to do it again when his lungs filled with water a second time. He wasn’t my first snuff but it was still really, really good.

Unfortunately he wasn’t all that rich and I didn’t know as much about playing the life insurance game as I do now. So I only got a million and a half out of his death. Not bad for a twenty year old girl but I wanted more. I was much smarter the second time I married. And the third. But I’d out done myself with my current husband, my fourth. Money was why I’d seduced Richard Ryan into marrying me. Not only was the company he’d built worth more than twelve million, he had a ton of life insurance. And these two delicious teenaged boys for me to corrupt and pervert and turn into my slaves. At first I’d thought of the boys as obstacles to making their father my slave. I almost passed up on Richard. But now I love my boys. Well, I love torturing them and hurting them and turning their teenaged lives into a living hell. It makes me feel so young.

Tommy is already my slave. The sixteen year old caved in quicker than I thought. He’s like his dad in that way. Weak.Insecure.Needy.And naturally submissive. He’seasy to seduce and manipulate. I had him sitting on the edge of the sofa today while I worked on his younger brother Billy. The fourteen year old boy’s hands were cuffed to a heavy posture collar locked around his neck. Tommy’s hands were cuffed the same way. Both boys were naked of course. And full of Cialis and Ecstasy. I loved big hard cocks and both my boys are hung like stallions. The boys are gorgeous with their cocks poking straight out from their crotch. Just like their Dad.  I had Richard chained from the ceiling. My husband was hanging over in the corner where he had a close up view of what I was doing to his sons. Richard hates what I do  to his boys. But I own the man. And I own his sons. So I do whatever I want with them,.Especially the youngest. Billy’s the adorable one cause he’s so young and innocent. He doesn’t deserve what I’m doing to him. That’s what makes it so wicked and so much fun for me.

“On your knees Billy. Get down on the floor and suck your brother’s dick” I purred in his ear.

He was going to have a difficult time getting down on the floor. I’d locked his ankles in a spreader bar to keep his legs wide apart. So I could get at his cock and balls and his tight little asshole. I was going to torment the boy while he sucked his brother’s cock. I’d keep hurting him until Tommy shot off in Billy’s mouth. I’d hurt him after too of course. What wicked Mommy wouldn’t want to torture a boy as cute and innocent as Billy.

“Get down on the floor Billy. Now! Or Mommy will have to help you. I want you suck that dick until your brother can’t help himself. I want you to swallow the big hard thing whole honey. I want you to deep throat Tommy and suck his prick until he shoots off. Hurry baby. Get on your knees and give big brother the blow job of his life. Then swallow all his lovely hot jism.”

   The poor sweet boy couldn’t figure how to get on his knees with his legs spread wide and his hands cuffed to the collar around his neck. So I helped him. I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head hard to one side then back the other way. I was standing behind him as he faced his brother’s swollen cock. I kneed my youngest son in the balls from behind four times as hard as I could then pushed his head down and forward until he toppled over and went to his knees. He took a hard fall. He yelped when his knees hit the hardwood floor. I heard a crack as his bone met the solid oak floor. Billy yelped. Tommy cried. Richard begged me to stop. Mommy laughed.

“See honey. It’s not difficult when you know how. Now suck cock Billy. And swallow all your brother’s cum when he ejaculates. If any leaks out of your mouth I’ll beat you till you pass out. Understand baby?”

   God I love torturing these boys! Once I start I tend to get carried away. I play rough. I play by my own rules. And when I can I play for keeps. The boys know that about me now. Tommy’s resigned himself to his Mommy’s wicked ways. But my youngest still fights the inevitable. I don’t mind. I like watching him struggle with the idea of being Mommy’s slave. Like he was now, looking up at me with tears in his eyes. I repeated my instructions. Billy sighed. And reluctantly nodded his head yes.

   Then he looked at me and started to cry. He was about two feet from the sofa and he couldn’t bend down far enough to reach his brother’s cock without losing his balance. I could see the fear and recognition in his expression. If he kept leaning forward he’d topple over and fall on Tommy’s crotch. If my youngest son was lucky he’d fall the right way and catch Tommy’s cock in his mouth. If he missed he wouldn’t get another chance. He’d be off balance and wouldn’t be able to pull himself back up to try again. He looked up at me with a pleading look on his face. I just laughed and started kicking him in the balls. I wanted the boy to solve this one on his own.

   Eventually Billy leaned over and toppled forward and fell on Tommy’s leg. Billy’s forehead hit Tommyon the thigh but before the little boy could get his lips around his big brother’s cock his head slipped and his nose was jammed against the older boy’s dick and his mouth was pressed up against Tommy’s balls. Billy squirmed and twisted and tried to nudge his brother’s cock down far enough to get his mouth on it but I put a stop to that. I grabbed my oldest son’s cock and held it away from Billy. I kept kicking my youngest boy in the balls the whole time. He’d failed in the task I’d set him. There are consequences for failing Mommy.

“Need Mommy’s help baby? I’d be happy to slip this big dick in your mouth if you just ask me nice.”

“Please Mommy. Help me.”

“Help you what sweetheart? Use your words darlin. Tell Mommy what you want help with.”

   He didn’t want to say it. I could tell. I slammed my foot in his balls again. Billy yelped. I kicked again. He got the message.

“Please Mommy. Help me get Tommy’s cock in my mouth.”

“Why honey. Why do you want your big brother’s cock in your mouth?”

“So I can suck it Mommy. Like you want me to.”

   These little rituals are necessary when you’re training a boy to be your complete slave. Getting them to say the words out loud helps them own the action. Making a boy ask you nice to help him do something he really doesn’t want to do conditions him to obey and serve even when he doesn’t want to, even when it’s not in his best interest. And that’s’ the idea when a woman is creating a slave. You want your boy to put your whims and your desires above his own needs. Hell I want my son’s to put Mommy’s cruel whims above their own survival. Tommy had already gotten to that stage. Billy still had some ways to go.

   I squeezed Tommy’s dick and pinched his cock head with my pointy red fingernails before pulling it over so Billy could get his lips around the hard, fat thing. As soon as Billy had two inches of Tommy’s dick in his mouth I acted. I’d kept my hand in Billy’s hair so now I pushed his face hard into his big brother’s cock. Billy gagged as the big hard penis slide down his throat. I laughed and swung myself around and sat on Tommy’s stomach. Then I wrapped my legs around Billy’s head and pulled him in so he was forced to swallow all ten inches of his brother’s dick. Billy was choking. And struggling.And crying. He was having trouble breathing. I clamped my thighs tighter around his head and pulled him in even closer. Billy’s nose was buried in his bigbrothers pubic hair, his chin was slammed up against big brother’s balls. The boys were scared and hurting and I was having a blast.

   I let Billy choke on cock for over three minutes before I relented and relaxed my legs. I put a foot on his forehead and pushed his face back enough for him to breathe through his nose. I was going to smother him senseless later. I didn’t need to let Billy choke to death on Tommy’s dick. Besides, it was fun to see the wild look in Billy’s eyes when I flexed my knee and his face started to dip down into Tommy’s crotch again. One of Billy’s biggest fears was smothering. That’s why I did it to him so often. I loved scaring the boy half to death. He was always so obedient after.

   He looked so helpless with his little boy face looking up at me in fear like that. So I kicked him in his face. Just for fun. I cocked my right leg back and let go with a brutal blow. I caught him in the mouth. He toppled backwards but didn’t fall over. I hooked my foot behind his neck and pulled my boy back to an upright position. His lip was bleeding. He was sobbing. I cocked my leg. And kicked him again. I got him in the nose this time. I felt the cartilage give way. I heard it crunch. Billy howled in pain. I laughed. And hooked my foot behind his head so I could pull him in close to kick him again.

He was already starting to bruise by the time I’d kicked him ten times. His right eye was swollen and starting to turn lovely shades of black and blue. His lips were swollen now too. I pulled his head forward and leaned up so I could grab him by the hair. I twisted a handful of his hair and jerked his head from side to side five or six times then hissed in his ear.

“I said suck your brother’s cock till he comes Billy. You need to learn to obey Mommy sweetheart. Things will be so much easier for you if you do.”

   I jammed Tommy’s cock in between Billy’s battered and bleeding lips then wrapped my legs around the little boy’s head so I could force by older son’s dick down my youngest son’s throat. I love being a Mommy. The boys are a source of endless amusement to me. Of course it’s even better when I make their father watch as I torture his precious boys. Like I was doing now.

  I had my husband Richard chained up in the corner of the living room so he could watch as I tortured his precious boys. He was hanging from his wrists. I’d had several eye bolts installed in the floor so I could anchormy play thing’s legs down. Torture a man who’s not quite your total slave and they kick sometimes. I had Richard chained tight enough he couldn’t get away or hurt me when I got close but he was loose enough he could buck and twist and jerk around. I liked watching a man fight to get free even though knew he wouldn’t. They only do that when their desperate and in agony. Which is how I like my boys.

   My husband was writhing in psychic pain. Billy was his favorite. The blond headed kid was so innocent, so spirited, so full of life. At least he had been before I came into his life. I’d made Richard witness his favorite son’s slow destruction at my hands. And now I made him watch as I held Billy’s head tight and made the boy choke on his big brother’s cock. I was watching Richard when I pulled a cigarette from the pack and stuck it between my lips. I smiled at my chained up husband as I struck a match and held the tiny flame to the end of the long and slender Virginia Slim. I giggled when Richard went wild after I held the till burning match against Billy’s left ear. And I got all wet and aroused as Richard screamed when I touched the hot coal of my cigarette against my step son’s neck. God I love torturing boys! Making their father watch just adds to my pleasure. I burned Billy’s neck a dozen times with the Virginia Slim before I slowly ground it out on his shoulder.

Richard was going crazy watching. The poor man! I was taking away every bit of pride and self-esteem the man had. He couldn’t protect his son. He was the reason Billy was in this situation to start with. Richard had fallen in lust with me. Then Richard had introduced me to his boys. Richard invited me into his home. The foolish man thought I’d be content to just torment him. The silly pervert. As soon as I saw his boys I knew I wanted to make them my sluts. And now he was powerless to stop me from having my fun with his sons. He could only watch helpless as I ruined both him and his boys. The irony was delicious. The sexual torture of the two boys and their father was fantastic. The thought of all the money I was going to get out of this was orgasmic. I lit another cigarette and started burning Billy with it. I winked at Richard when Billy’s body jerked in response to my fiery hot cigarette on his naked skin. The man sobbed in frustration.

   I’d made Richard sell his dry cleaning company ten weeks ago. All the paper work was done and the final payment had cleared yesterday. It was all in our joint account. All fifteen and a half million dollars. All I needed now was Richard’s life insurance money. I didn’t need him anymore. I could do whatever I wanted to him now.

Especially since I’d made up a cover story about Richard taking some time to figure out what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. A year ago I’d forced Richard to buy a couple of old cars and move them to the shed behind the house. I made him pretend he’s into fixing up old cars. The few friends I’ve allowed him to keep think he spends hours tinkering on old cars when he’s really tied to my bed so I can torture him. I’m going to tie my husband up in that shed and torturing him for a couple days before I set him and the shed on fire. That’d solve my problem with what to do with a husband you didn’t need or want anymore. Snuffing him would be faster and cheaper than divorcing him. And so much more fun.

It was funny really. I’d snuffed my Dad iby setting him on fire in an isolated cabin. It’d been Mom’s idea. And twenty years later it was still a good way to kill a man. Nobody would suspect. And anything I did to Richard’s body before I snuffed him would all get burned away when I set him on fire. I knew the few friends he had didn’t expect to see him for at least a month. Which meant four weeks of uninterrupted time to torture Richard. A girl couldn’task for much more. I planned on getting rid of Richard. I didn’t need the three million in life insurance. But what the heck. No sense why I couldn’t combine my pleasure in snuffing Richard with a little profit. It’s what I do. And I’m damn good at it. It’s in my blood.

   My dilemma was who to snuff first. I was going to do one of the boys. I’d done a teenager a couple days ago and my appetite for snuffing innocent young boys was far from satisfied. I was due that special kind of treat again. And I was leaning toward offing Billy. The question was should I force Billy to watch while I tortured his Dad to death or should I make Daddy watch me slowly snuff one of his sons? The answer depended on who would suffer more emotionally and psychologically from watching the other die at my hand. So today’s little scene wasn’t all about me having fun. It was also a test of Billy and Richard to see which one cared more about the other. So my dear sweet husband was suspended from the ceiling by chains so he could watch me hurt his boys and I could gauge his reaction to my more extreme torture games.

When I started burning Billy with my matches and my cigarettes I’d relaxed my hold on his head so he could breathe. Now I tightened up and pulled the boy’s face in until Tommy’s cock was buried all the way down in Billy’s throat. Time to choke my little boy until he passed out. What fun. I told Richard what I was doing. So he could watch in horror as his precious son’s life slowly drained away.

   I wasn’t disappointed. Billy fought hard at first. With his hands cuffed to the stiff collar around his neck and my legs clamped tight around his head he wasn’t going to get away. He was going to breathe again only if I let him. Which I did a little.To prolong his suffering.And to put on a good show for Daddy. Poor boy! He got progressively weaker as I smothered him with his big brother’s dick. And I got progressively more aroused. Feeling the boy twist and struggle between my thighs like that was a huge turn on. So naturally I started to hurt the older boy. I was aroused! I was horny. I had two naked boys under my absolute control. What do you expecta woman like me to do in that situation.

   I pinched Tommy’s left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twisted until I thought I might twist the whole tit off the boy’s body. God how he cried.And begged me to stop. I tightened my grip and twisted even harder. Richard wailed. Billy started to convulse as his brain got starved for oxygen. Tommy was flopping around on the couch so violently I had to let loose of little brother’s head to stay with Tommy. It was awesome. I had three males in agony! What joy!

    But it was time. I wanted to get Richard and his sons out to the shed. I’d set it up for Trish to join us later with the other sacrificial lamb. We’d spend weeks with our boys. And we’d snuff at least two of them. I’dalready decided to keep Tommy around for a while. He’d make a good slave. The boy was obedient and loyal. Trish and I would need an alibi after we killed our victims. We couldn’t use David. We’d kidnapped the boy. That was illegal. So we’d keep him out of the picture when the cops came to investigate the shed fire. But my oldest boy, my slut Tommy would be thrilled to provide an alibi for his Mistress, for his Mommy, for his owner, for me. Life’s good and relatively easy when you’re a sadist and you get to play as rough as you like.

It’s easy really, this business of getting rid of boys. Which is good because torturing boys is so much fun I have to get rid of a bunch of them. If it’s a kid you have no connection to, a boy like the one Trish and I snuffed yesterday then getting rid of the evidence is easy. Just make sure his body is never found. I have a big commercial sized ceramics kiln for that. Put a dead body in there, turn up the gas and twelve hours later allthat’s left is ash. It even works on live boys. I’ve tried it. They only scream for the first hour or so though. Then the inside of the kiln gets so hot they pass out and die. An hours not long enough to scratch that wicked itch I get when I’m in my killing mood so I only did that one guy that way. Just to see what it was like.

Getting rid of a husband or a stepson is more difficult. The wife’s always the first suspect. So you need an accident. And a good alibi. Same when you do your own Dad. Or stepson.Accidental fires is a good cover. I’ve used it several times. It has the advantage of hiding any marks you make on your victim when your torturing him. I was going to burn Richard in the shed. After I’d hurt him a bunch. But I had another idea for Billy. I had a plan that would let me torture the boy any way I liked without having to worry about his body being found after I’d had my fun with the kid. There’d be no need for a body if I made it look like Billy ran away. Teenagedboys are doing that all the time. I’d fake Billy’s disappearance. Hell, I’d even file a police report. Then my youngest son would be all mine, to do with as I pleased, to torture ay my leisure, to snuff at my convenience. It was perfect. And something only A Mom could do.

But that meant I’d need Richard a while longer. He’d have to corroborate my story with the cops. Once that was accomplished I’d be free to snuff my dear husband. Heck, it’d be even more plausible that he’d make a silly mistake and get himself caught under a car and set the damn shed on fire. The poor man would be distraught over his missing boy. I’d tell the cops he’d been so distracted after Billy ran away that I could easily believe he’d forgotten to take the basic safety precautions and checked the car jacks before he started draining the engine oil. And then panicked when the car came down and pinned him underneath it. Breaking the light bulband starting that awful, tragic fire would be the prefect freak accident to explain how my rich depressed husband burned to death in the shed. I could sell that to the cops. I’d done it before. I’d do it again.

“Tommy, take Billy to Gramma’s house. Then you better get on to school sweetie. You’re late already. Hurry honey. You’ve missed too many days at school already.”

   It was cruel to use the older boy to set up his brother like that. It was vicious and wicked and some wouldeven say evil. Which is why it was so deliciously cruel. And why I did it. Billy wouldn’t enjoy his time at my Mom’s. She’s every bit as sadistic as I am and she just loves to torture her cute little grandson.

Making Tommy take his brother to Grandma’s house would eat away at my older son. He knew what was in store for Billy once my Mom got hold of the kid. I knew the guilt of helping me setup Billy for more torture would eat at my oldest boy. Tommy saw himself as his little brother’s protector. I’d used that sense of responsibility to turn Tommy into my slave. I made Tommy take countless beatings to protect little Billy. Seducing the older boy, confusing him by mixing sex and torture and guilt and desire worked wonders on Tommy’s head. The drugs helped too. Daily doses of Ecstasy, Cialis and anti-anxiety drugs did the trick. In two months of training I owned him. Tommy would do anything for his new Mommy, including lying. My favorite son was ready to lead his Dad and little brother into slaughter. All I had to do was command him to do it. So I did.

    I played with Richard while the boys drove into town. I wouldn’t need Tommy’s help moving my husband tothe shed so I could snuff him. Richard wouldn’t go willingly. But I had a cattle prod. And a nice choke collar to keep him in line when I moved him. I owned him but that didn’t mean he’d happily give up his life just to give me a little pleasure. It didn’t matter what he’d do or wouldn’t do for me though. There was nothing he could do about it now. The foolish man had let me chain him up in the living room and now he was stuck there until I decided to let him down. I was in no hurry. Richard wasn’t going anywhere. His boys would be back soon. Tommy would obey Mommy and do whatever she said. And Billy, well he’d be lucky to survive a week with my Mom. I told Richard that just to torment him some more.

“Richard sweetie, you understand why I’m doing this don’t you.”

He shook his head no. Then he had a little outburst, a small act of defiance. It was cute actually. The poor man couldn’t quite get his head around the idea that I was going to snuff him and his boys. He knew I was going to do it. He just didn’t understand it. And he blamed me for that. Silly man.

“Remember that weekend we spent with Trish and her two young nurse friends Lauren and Kim? Remember how we all talked about why we liked to torture men? What did we all say Richard.”

“Ms. Kim said it turned her on. That she had orgasms just thinking about torturing men.Ms. Lauren said much the same thing. She said the chance to see men in pain is the reason she got into nursing. And Tricia, well she just likes to take away everything a man has, his pleasure, his hopes, his future.”

“And what about me Richard? Why do I like to torture you and the boys so much? Remember darlin?”

“You said it made you feel good. Hurting men made you feel better that anything else you could do. It made you feel alive. And the closer to death you took a man the more alive you felt.”

“That’s right baby. See, you do remember.”

“Yes I do Mandy. I remember your two young friends Ms. Kim and Ms. Lauren wanted to tie my boys up and use the big black dildo on them. But you wouldn’t let them. I remember you said you wouldn’t hurt the boys the way you do me. You lied to me Amanda. You said you wouldn’t hurt Tommy and Billy. When you said we should get married I only agreed because you promised to let he boys live their lives free from my, ahhh, my odd needs.”

“Yes, I lied dear. I always intended to hurt you boys. They make such lovely slaves don’t you think. I never told you but I let Kim and Lauren torture the boys later that week. They had a blast reaming out the boy’s shit chutes. They gave Billy an exceptionally hard time. Remember darling when Billy couldn’t walk right for a week. Kim did that to him. Poor boy was bleeding from his ass when she finished having her fun with him.”

“It’s not fair Amanda. Not fair at all. You lied about Tommy and Billy. They’re too young for this life. You never gave them a chance to decide if the wanted to live as submissives, as slaves. You said all those things before we were married about lookingforward to us living together forever. You said the money was nice but it was my submissive attitude you liked most. I only agreed to marry you because you promised not to hurt the boys and because you said we’d be together till the day we died. I didn’t know you meant to kill be in a few years.”

“I lied about all of it sweetie. I only wanted you for your money. The boys turned out to be a delightful surprise, a little extra icing on the cake. Come on Richard. You had to know that. Why the big surprise. You did contact me after all. Because you saw my internet ad. You were looking for a woman who liked to play wicked games. Well darling, what’s more wicked than a woman turning her husband’s sons into her slaves and then snuffing Daddy.”

“It’s, it’s gone too far Amanda. It wasn’t supposed to be real. It’s fantasy. The talk about snuff, the stories aboutturning teenaged boys into slaves. I never imagined you actually meant to kill me. Was it all lies? Is none of it true?”

“Oh no Richard., You know it wasn’t all lies. Remember your first email to me. Remember what you said you were looking for? You do? Good. Tell me Richard. What did that first letter say.”

“I, ahhh, I said I was looking for a real Dominatrix. I said I’d tried pro Dominas before and most of them were just pretending. To them hurting men was just a way to make a living. They didn’t have the passion I was looking for. And I asked you if you truly enjoyed torturing men. I asked if it turned you on, if it made you so horny you let yourself get carried away and hurt men more than they wanted. Just because it was good for you.I told you I wanted to meet a woman who coulduse me in a way that was life altering, a woman who’d use pain to change me in a profound and lasting way.I asked if you’d do it for free if the right guy came along. And you said yes. You said you tortured men all the time just for fun, with no money involved, with no strings. Just because you liked causing men pain and you liked the sex and the domination and the humiliation.”

“Well, none of that was a lie Richard. I do love to torture men. You must admit I have a passion for it. And I certainly have a talent for changing a man’s life. Look what I’ve done to you and your boys. Your old life was over the minute you met me. Admit it hon. You hated selling your business didn’t you hon. But you did it for me. You never would have sold out before I came along. The business was your life. Now your life belongs to me. So see darlin, I am the woman you always dreamed about. I have given you a life altering experience. Which just goes to prove that a boy like youshould be careful about what he wishes for darlin. His wish might come true. Like yours did baby.”

    He started crying then. He knew I was right. He did want a cruel woman who’d hurt him and abuse him and take everything from him. He wanted it yet he didn’t. And in a moment of weakness he’d answered my ad. He had no way of knowing I was the kind of girl I am. He kept thinking it was all a marvelous S&M fantasy. Until he was hooked, until he’d learned to adore me and need me and obey me.By then it as too late to go back. I was a part of his life he couldn’t bear to lose. So when I’d given him an ultimatum and said he had to marry me or say goodbye to me forever he’d caved. Sure, I’d fed him a line about leaving his son’s out of our dirty little private life. It was a lie. He’d guessed it was. But he was vain enough, and foolish enough tothink he could control things. He was wrong of course. He knew that now. And he knew now that his sons were going to pay the ultimate price for Daddy’s choice.

    Richard was like so many men submissive I’ve come in contact with. They think they want the reality of being dominated by a true sadist. The dream about it, fantasize about it, even put themselves in controlled situations where they can get a taste of it. I’ve got hundreds of letters and emails from men claiming they want to meet a viciously cruel and sadistic woman like me. And I know most of those silly boys would run away screaming in terror if they saw just how cruel I can be when I get a boy I can play for keeps with.

I have another slave I keep, an obedient and skilled man with a gift for putting things into words. He writes stories about what my lover Tricia and I do to boys. His name is Michael Monahan. By day he works as a probation officer for the state. I made him go to school and apply for his job. It’s useful to me to have eyes and ears within that department. Over the past few years Michael’s identified half a dozen paroles for me to snatch up. Lots of men get out of prison, try to go straight, check in with their parole officer every week and then seem to fall off the face of the earth  after a few months on the outside. I’m not greedy. I only ask Michael to find me a man like that two or three times a year. Poor Michael. He has a huge case load. So when I pluck up one of his ex-cons and take him to a safe place where I can torture him as much as I like I’m practically doing my slave Michael a favor. It also gives him more time to serve me. Besides thepaper work involved when an ex-con goes missing isn’t all that bad despite what my slave says. Ex-cons disappear all the time.

When Michael’s not working for the stateherding ex-prisoners he lives for me. I let him write his stories about the fun times I have and post them to a few internet sites because you never know where you’ll meet the most delightful little slave boys. My ghost writer slave’s pen name is Monahan spelled backwards. ‘nahanom’. He’s writing this now as I dictate my latest adventures to him.

I get dozens of responses after he posts a new story to places like the BDSM Library or that OWKFemdom site. I answer some of them. Some boys write me and wantto know if the stories are true. They’re boys who swear they’dlove to serve women as cruel and wicked and ‘Amanda’ and ‘Tricia’, they’re silly boys who claim they’d gladly give up their lives just to spend a week with a woman who takes as much pleasure torturing and snuffing a man as I do. They want to know how many of the things my slave Michael describes are real. They want to know if the author is a man or a woman. It’s both you stupid perverts. The stories a woman’s.They’re mine. The words are my male slave Michael’s. He’s a sorry excuse for a man but he is useful when I motivate him. Obviously my name’s really not Amanda. And Tricia isn’t Tricia. But most of what’s in these stories is true.

I have snuffed husbands. For money and for fun and just because I knew I could get away with it. And I do so love to set boys on fire when I[m through with them. I learned much of what I know about using men from my Mom and my Oma Decker so you can understand how awkward it would be if the wrong people found out our real names. I’d be happy to tell some of you special little boys out there our real names but only if we can meet in person. And after I tell I’ll have to kill you of course. I’ll torture you for days and take my time snuffing you tomake the fun last though. I promise. So go ahead, write me and ask me my real name all you little subbie boys. If you’re ready.

    I do respond to some of my ‘fans’ occasionally. But only to the ones that send me details about themselves, the ones who use their real names and give me real addresses and real phone numbers. And a bank statement showing me they’re worth my time. Threetimes now I’ve arranged to meetnahanom’s ‘fans’. Three times I’ve enriched my dark sadistic soul snuffing out the lives of those three foolish boys who wished for more than they could handle. Michael even wrote a story about one of those over-eager subbies. It was called ‘Amanda’s Web’. If you think you’d like to meet me don’t read that story until after we meet. I wouldn’t want to scare you away from you’re date with destiny.

I still re-read it occasionally and smile as I re-live that marvelous week Trish and I spent snuffing ‘johnny’. Now there was a young man who had a body that just wouldn’t quite. He was quite insane by the time we killed him. But his body kept flopping and twisting and jerking so nice for us we just couldn’t let him go. Just like I could never let Richard go now that I’m so close to ending his life. My husband is so pathetic. He’s still begging for his life. And the lives of his precious sons. It won’t do him any good. I’m ready for a good snuff. But I do like to her him plead for the mercy he’ll never know.

“You don’t have to do this Amanda. I won’t tell. You can keep the boys as your slave. I’ll be our slave. I’ll obey you and do anything you want. Just don’t kill us. Let us live Amanda. Please. I’m begging you.”

“You’ll be a complete slave Richard? You’ll gladly do whatever I ask? You won’t whine and complain?”

“I will Amanda. I will. I promise. Just don’t kill us.”

“Lets’ see if your promise is any good dear. You say you’ll do anything I want. What if what I want is for you to die for me sweetie. But first I want you to tell Tommy and Billy that they have to die for Mommy too. Will you do that for me Richard? Are you that good a slave? Can you ask me to torture you to death? And really mean it baby?”

He wasn’t of course. Few men are. But that’s OK. I’d never have revealed my plans for snuffing Richard and his boys if I didn’t know there was no escape for the man or his sons. I’ve done this before, I know what I’m doing. I had a plan that was solid. In a few weeks Richard would be dead, I’d be buzzing from the thrill of taking a man’s life away from him. And I’d be richer by three million dollars. Plus I’d have two delicious boys to torture and snuff at my leisure. It doesn’t get much better. I was laughing as I picked up the cane to use on Richard. I had Richard to myself until Tommy got out of school. Five delicious hours I could fill with sexual torture. What the hell. Mommy might as well have a little fun with Daddy while she waited for her favorite little boy to come home.

  My little brother Billy was spending the week with our Grandma Hastings. I didn't envyBilly. Grandma Hastings is mean. She's my new step Mommy Amanda’s mother. So I guess she’s really my step Grandma. Anyway, whenever Mommy leavesus with Grandma Hastings Billy and I get beat. And slapped. And burned with Grandma' hot cigarettes and her matches and her lighter. She makes us sleep on the bare concrete floor in her basement too. Last time we stayed with her she made me and Billy lay on the floor so she could use us as her toilet. Mommy does that too but she just makes us put our lips on her piss hole so she can pee in our mouth. Grandmommy does number one and number two in our mouths. And makes us lick her clean in both places. It was gross. I threw up. Grandma made Billy lick it up. He got sick too but he waited to throw up until after she left.

Things like that are why I don't like staying with her. I hated that Billy was there by himself but I didn't regret not being there myself. Even though I knew Mommy would hurt me just as much as Grandma Hastings would. Sure, Mommy uses me as a toilet to pee in. And Mommy burns me with her cigarettes too. But it’s different with Mommy. I’ve learned to love my new Mommy. She’s teaching me to love Grandma too but I don’t love hernearly as much as I do my Mommy.After two years of constant ‘constructive torture’  I've learned to love Mommy with all my heart and all my soul. Mommy uses torture to show me how tobe her good little boy. She doesn’t do it out of love. Mommy says boys like me were born to serve women like her. She’s been training me and shaping me to be the kind of boy she wants ever since she married Dad two years ago. I belong to Mommy now. Completely.I’d do anything for her.

My names Tommy Ryan. I'm sixteen and my Mom still lets me go to public school. But I think that’s going to change. Mommy only wants me to go to school so I can pick out other boys my age she can turn into her sluts. I’ve brought three boys home in the last year. They never left our basement. Mommy did things to them down there that are too awful to describe. I felt terrible betraying my friends like that but then I saw how much fun Mommy had burning them and raping them and using them for her cruel games and I still felt bad but somehow I felt like I’d done the right thing. Making Mommy happy is the only thing that matters to me.

My brother Billy doesn't go to school anymore. Mommy plays so rough with Billy that he's got marks onhis hands and neck and face from where she burns him and whips him and slaps him so hard. So Mommykeeps Billy at home. She tells people Billy is being home schooled. And he is in a way. He’s home learning how to do anything Mommy tells him to. The way I do for her. Mommy knows she can count on me. I lure other boys back for her to play with. I obey Mommy always. Like today when Mommy left me a note for when I got home from school.

First thing I do when I get home from school is head to the fridge to get some milk.I found Mom's note on the kitchen counter when I got out a glass. She wanted me in the shed. She didn't say why. She didn't have to. If she wanted me in the shed then I wantedto be there too. I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to be there so Mommy could hurt me. She likes to do that. I love my Mommy so much. I don’t know why. She does mean things to me. And to Billy. But for some reason I need her to love me. So I love her no matter what hoping she’ll tell me she loves me toosomeday. But she never does. So I try harder for Mommy. After I read her note I ran to the shed to be with her.

  Dad was screaming when I stepped into the shed. I wasn't surprised. I knew how Mommy likes to play rough. Dad and me and Billy scream a lot when Mommy playsher special games with us. That's because she likes to hurt us. From Dad'sscreams it sounded like Mom was torturing him real good. I could hear herlaughing over Dad's muffled screaming. It used to be when I heard Dad or Billy shriek like that I’d be terrified and I’d shake and lose control and start to cry. I don’t do that anymore. Mommy’s trained me to respond different o another boy’s shrieks of agony. Now I get a boner. I get aroused when I know Mommy’s torturing some poor man. My cock gets real big and real hard and it feels good. It seems perverse to be like this. And I wonder sometimes if being like this makes me as cruel and wicked as Mommy. When I tell her that she just laughs. And says no boy could ever be as cruel as she is. I put those thoughts out of my mind though. Mommycalled out from the other side ofthe dimly lit shed. I reluctantly let go of my cock and started towards where she was.

"About time you showed up Tommy. Come over here and help me with your father. I've been playing with him for over an hour. I'm almost finished. I wantyou to see this. And I want to play with you some too sweetie."

  Mommy had been teaching me new games ever since I could remember.  When she was still dating Dad we played cops and robbers. Billy and I were a little old to beplaying that kids game but Mommy has a way of making you do what she wants. Billy and Iare the robbers, Mommy's the cop. She'd catch me, put me in cuffs and then paddle meuntil I couldn't cry anymore. Then she'd show me what happened to a little boy thief who went to prison. It hurt a lot when she stuck those things up me, especially whenshe put on rubber gloves and worked her whole hand inside my rear end and twisted herfingers and pumped her fist in me like she did. I was only fourteen when she started. Mommy said I was her prison bitch and I had to do what she said. So I did.  I learnquick when Mommy starts hurting me.  I know if a boy’s good and he obeys Mommy then she'll only hurt you until you can't scream anymore.

  She taught me to play pirates too. I always got caught and had to have a dozen lashes on my bare back.  We didn't have a boat so when I had towalk the plank she'd use the toilet. Mommy would make me undress and stick my headin the toilet bowl she could sit on my head and hold me under. I always swallowed lots ofwater when she played that game.  But we hadn't played any of those games for months.

  Now she played Cowboy and Indians a lot. I was the cowboy, Mommy was the beautiful Indian Princess. She'd put a stretchy headband thing around her short blondhair, stick a feather in it, wear dark red lip stick and put on her pretty dark blueeye makeup. Mommy was so pretty when she got all dressed up and put on hermakeup. She didn't look like an Indian but she was beautiful just the same.

  For the cowboy game she ties my hands together so I can't interfere with her fun. Once I'm tied up she pulls off my pants and finds my 'pistol'. That'swhat she calls my penis when wplay her cowboy game.  But usually we both just call itmy cock, or my boner, or my dick. Mommy has lots of names for it. But that'sOK, it belongs to her. When we play cowboy and indians she says my dick ismy six shooter.

So she pretends my cock is my gun and she rubs it a special way so it gets big and hard and it sticks out from my body just like it really isa gun. She uses her hand and her fingers on me. She strokes me. It feels sonice when she does that. She plays like that with my pistol until it goesoff, until it shoots out hot, sticky, wet bullets. I love the way it feels when Mommy holds my gin, I mean my cock. After I shoot off for her Mommy has to punish hercowboy, she needs to teach him the Indian ways. I’m not allowed to fire my gun unless Mommy says I can. And she almost never gives me permission to shoot off. So she burns her cowboy. Shebrands me with her cigarettes; she uses the hot coal to leave her mark on me,to burn me on my chest and on my behind and especially on my pistol. I quicklylearned how that game was played because it's always been one of Mommy's favorites.

"Shame on you, cowboys know they shouldn't shoot off their pistol like that. What do you think an Indian Princess would do to a boy who fires offhis thing?"

"Tie him to the stake, tie the cowboy up. That's what Indians do."

"That's right sweetheart. But then what honey? That won't get rid of your pistol, that won't cleanup this sticky mess. Tell Mommy what she should do."

"Burn him Mommy. Burn the cowboy. Burn his pistol. Make it real hot so it gets soft and it can't shoot again. Then use your cigarettes and matches to dry up all the sticky stuff on the cowboy’s stomach."

  And that's what she always does when we play that game. She uses her cigarettes. To burn her cowboy.To burn me, dragging the burning coal up anddown the underside of my hard dick, pressing the hot tip against my skinuntil I'm not hard anymore. And then she uses her matches, lets the flamewash over the sticky spots on my legs and my belly and my balls.

Her games were our secret, I couldn't tell anyone. She said everybody would just get jealous, then the state would come and take me away. That's whatMommy told me. That's why she only burned me in places other people wouldn'tsee. Well, other people besides her girlfriends and Grandma Hastings. And great GrandmaOma Decker. They see Mommy's marks on me and they smile. And add some marks of their own.

  But the people Mommy calls vanillas, the people Mommy says don't understand women like her, we keep what Mommy does to me secret from those people. Mommy saysthey're dull. And unimaginative.And closed minded.So they wouldn't understand about the special games myMommy plays with me.  I keep what Mommy does to me a secret because I don't wantMommy to get in trouble and I don't want anyone to take me away from her. I loveMommy so much.

It hurts when Mommy burns me. I don't like it at all. But she's my Mom. And good boys obey their Mommy. I want to be a good boy for her. Always.I'm almost seventeen and I know lots of games that make Mom happy and I'm stillher good little boy. And my pistol still works even with all the burn scars on it.In fact I can't get really hard anymore unless Mommy or one of her girlfriends burns meor hurts me at least a little. Mommy calls me her sweet little pain slut.

  But my cock works best of all for Mommy. I always get hardest for her. It's because it belongs to her. She owns my cock, she owns me. I'm just allowed tocarry the dick around for her. She says that whenever she wants to playwith it I should drop everything and bring it to her fast as I can, and I should make it as hard asI can, so she can have her fun.  So as soon as I saw Mommy's note on thekitchen counter I dropped my book bag and rushed out to the shed.  I fondledmy dick first so I'd have a really nice erection for Mommy. She likes me hard. About a year ago things changed for me. It was about then that I noticed that when I’m around Mommy and she’s having her cruel fun with a boy, even if it’s me,  I can barely keep my hands off my cock.

  I had no idea which game she wanted to play with me today. She seldom took me to the shed to play. She takes the boys she brings home to the shed. Therunaways and hitchhikers she picks up a couple times a month, the boys I brought home from school for her because she wanted new boys to play with. Those are the boys who go in the shed with Mommy and never come out.  All I do is help Mommy carry out theheavy rubber bags when she's done with them. I know the boys are in those bags. Or what’s left of those boys. I always figured Mommy would take me to the shed someday and play with me until she had to put what was left of me in a heavy black rubber bag. But so far Mommy hardly ever playswith me out here in the shed. And I'd never really seen for sure what she did to the boys outthere, the boys who disappeared and were never seen again. I just knew those bags were big enough to hold a boy and they weighed about as much as a boy.

The shed was really more of a garage than a storage building now. Mom made Dad had convert it a year ago so he could work on his cars. H doesn’t really like to work on cars. Mommy makes him though. She said he needed a hobby, one that has the potential for accidents and fire and other dangerously fun things. Lately Mom had forced Dad to start working on a couple of old FordMustangs. One was on jacks with parts scattered about. It looked like Daddyhad been doing an oil change and maybe installing a fuel filter replacement. I knowa little about cars. I didn’t see Dad but I heard his screams and Mom's laugh over by the wall.

"Tommy, stop wasting time. Get over here. I want you to see this. Mommy's doing something really special to Daddy, something I only get to do once.Daddy's going to get snuffed today sweetie. It's going to be so much fun."

  I saw an orange light flicker over there too, by the work bench. I guessed it was Mom's cigarette lighter. I knew how much she liked to play with fire.Daddy screamed again, over by the light. I loved my Dad but I was glad Mommywas playing with him right now and not me. It sounded like she was into somesort of really wicked game with Daddy. It was selfish of me but I hoped Dadkept her entertained long enough that she'd wait to play with me until atleast after dinner.

"Tommy, don't make me wait sweetheart. Daddy's getting tired and I'll want to play with you soon."

  Dad screamed again. It was muffled so I figured Mom had him gagged. She didthat when she was going to hurt us real bad. As much as she likes to hear usscream she didn't want the neighbors to get too suspicious about what went onhere and ask a bunch of awkward questions. Dad and I were trained not to scream when Mommy hurt us. But sometimes she hurt us so bad we couldn't help it.

  When I got to the bench I saw the flickering glow was Mommy's lighter.She was burning Dad, holding the flame to his nipple. He screamed again,looked over at me, panicked, pleading, pained.  Dad wasn't gagged whichsurprised me. Even up close his screams were muffled. Dad didn't look so good.He was pale, sweating, his eyes wild, unfocused, his breathing ragged. Momhardly ever played this rough.

  Mommy looked wonderful. She always did. Her hair was red now. And short, kinda spiky. It made her look younger than she was. Mom was only thirty four. Shestill had the body of a woman fifteen years younger. Strong, slim legs, high cheekbones, piercing blue-green eyes. She was beautiful and worked hard to stay that way.She said playing her special games helped keep her young at heart. When she smiledat me like she was now I couldn't refuse her.

"Now sweetheart, Mommy wants you to help her finish off Daddy. We got the last ofthe money from selling off his business today.  We don't need Daddy anymoresweetie.  But it has to look like an accident honey. I'm going to kill himbut nobody can know I did it."

  I knew today was going to be something special.  Like the time last monthwhen she smothered Dad until he passed out. She stopped his breathing and keptsmothering him until he had no pulse.  It'd taken twenty minutes to revivehim that time. I had to use the defibrillator on him twice. She'd done thatthe day he'd sold his company. To celebrate she said. Dad hadn't been out ofthe house since.

The defib machine was still kind of new. Mommy brought it home about a six monthsago, another one of her toys. It was easy to use. She had us practice with it.When she first brought it home she had a boy with her. I'd never seen himbefore. Daddy and I had to carry him in from the car. He was cuffed and gagged.

He died that day.  But not until Mommy tortured him a bunch so we could practice with the defibrillator. She smothered him half a dozen times andthen Daddy and I would revive him for her. So she could play some more andwe could practice with the machine.  Mommy loved smothering a man until hisheart stopped. She'd hook him up to a monitor and she'd sit on his face or warpher hands around his neck and squeeze until he passed out. Then she'd watch themonitor on his heart and stay sitting on his face or keep her fingers tightaround his throat until the monitor said he had no pulse.

Then Dad or I would hook up the machine and shock his heart back to life. So Mommy could do it all over again. That first kid she did lasted a long time.That made Mommy really, really happy. She had seemed pretty pleased with how itall worked out.  Since then she'd played rough enough with both me and Daddythat we needed the machine to revive. It seemed she was playing like that withDaddy right now.  If she kept it up his heart was sure to stop.  I looked aroundthe shed but didn't see the defibrillator out here in the shed so I guessed Mommywould know when to stop.

Dad hadn't wanted to sell his company. He begged Mom to let him keep it. He said he was too young to stop work. He sobbed that he still had good years left, thathe could still be useful to her. Daddy was only a little older than fifty.Mommy met him through some sort of personal ad. I know because Daddy had kept the adand I saw it in his wallet once.  At the time I didn't understand it. I figured it'dbe an ad from a girl wanting to be a special assistant. Because that's how most of thegirls and women Daddy brought home were introduced to me and Billy.

  But the ad said a beginning Mistress was seeking a few good men, a few good slaves.Now I know about Mommy and how she likes to play.  She says she likes to dominate menbut what she really likes to do is torture them. It's because she's sadistic. And boyslike me are born just for women like her. That's what Mommy always told me and I trusther completely. She's been cruel and sadistic all her life. She says I should be glad.

I'd seen how much Mommy liked to hurt men. Once she gets started she justcan't help herself. Like now, the way she was burning Dad. She was excited,I could tell. And she couldn't stop laughing. She was laughing now while she puther hot cigarette against Daddy's penis. It was her little girl laugh, the light,sweet, innocent, exuberant sounding laugh she got when she first started torturinga man.  Later her laugh would turn husky and sexy and wicked.

"Daddy's going to have a heart attack sweetie. It's going to be so much fun. Fun forme that is. He's going to be in such pain. He'll suffer so. I'll make sure of that."

"Yes Mommy. But he's going to be OK isn't he. After.After you're done havingyour fun?"

"Of course baby. But I think Daddy is going to accidently start a fire inthe garage. When I'm finished playing with him. When he's too worn out to keepme excited.  He'll get all burned up in the fire. And all these marks andburns I'm putting on him now will get burned up too. The police won't seethem on Daddy's blackened body. That means we'll be the only ones who know whatI did to Daddy today.  And I know you'll keep Mommy's secret, won't you baby.I think that would be best for both of us, don't you hon. We don't wantsomeone to come and take my little boy away from Mommy after Daddy's dead."

  She said this last to Dad as she touched her lighter to his balls, burned himthere, let the flame play over his inner thighs, let the fire roast his nuts.Mommy laughed, burned Daddy some more then turned and smiled at me. That's whenI figured out that his screams were muffled because he was too weak to screamany louder. He was already yelling at the top of his lungs. He just didn'thave the strength to make much noise. Plus his throat didn't look right. Therewere burns from his Adam's apple all the way up and over his chin. He had burnsaround his mouth and on his lips even. Mommy did that to him. So even if he had thestrength Daddy probably couldn't scream loud with his mouth all burned like that.

I figured out that Mommy did know when she was going to stop. And I wouldn't havea Daddy anymore when she was done. I started to tremble, scared about what I wasgoing to see. It would be like it was with that boy she brought home, the one sheslowly smothered, over and over until he was dead. Mommy wasn't going to quit todayuntil Daddy was dead. I couldn't help myself, I blurted out what I was thinking.

"Is Daddy going to die Mommy. Are you going to do Daddy like you did thatboy last year? Are you going to torture him until his heart breaks. Smotherhim to death. Like that boy.  Are you going to kill me too, Mommy? After youkill Daddy? Will you torture me till I'm dead?"

  She took hold of my chin, lifted my face to her, used her finger to wipeaway the tears that had welled up in my eyes all by themselves.  She let mego, pointed to the stool by the work bench and went back to burning Daddy.

"Get undressed Tommy. Leave your clothes on the stool there. We'll see aboutyou later. Right now I want to finish with Richard. Your father has run outof time."

"Yes Mommy."

I stripped. There was a dog collar on the stool. Mommy didn't have to tellme what to do. I fastened it around my neck. I turned back to her, presentedmyself to her.

"I see you took your pills before you left school. That's my good boy.You know how important it is to take your pills before you get home."

"Yes Mommy. I took two just before last class ended, just like always. Andthey worked just like always too, Mommy."

  Mommy had me on a schedule. I took two Viagra every day before I left school. And Mommy gave me a full dose Cialis every other day. She wanted me hard when I got home even on the days when she wasn't there to play withme. I'd been on these special pills since before Dad and Mom's wedding. That's when she started using the pump on my penis too. She'd fit it over me and suck all theair out. It'd make my cock hard and big and thick.  Mommy said all this wasto make me a better man, make me a better toy for her. After a couple years ofthese 'treatments' it did start to have an effect. I had a much bigger cockthan any other boy I knew. Mommy said I was bigger at twelve than most men everare. I was proud when she told me that.

  In fact, at school other boys just stared at my penis when we showered after gym.Even soft it was two or three inches longer than most of theirs. I'm bigger than Daddynow too. When I'm on Viagra.  Mommy likes that about me. That I'm big and thick andhard most of the time. She tells me how much she likes big cocks, says it makes herhappy to have such a special boy. It makes me feel good to know I make Mommy happy.

"That's Mommy's good boy, nice and big for Mommy. Come stand over here for mehoney, let Mommy see her little boy's hardon. But first grab that rod there,the one on the table. Give it to Mommy."

  It was a welding rod. Dad had a complete welding setup for working on hiscars. I picked up the slender, two foot long rod and handed it to my Mom asI moved to stand next to the bench where Mommy could get to me. She leanedover and wrapped her hand around my dick. It felt so good when she didthat. An hour after I took my pills all I could think of was stroking myself,jerking off, getting release from the tension that built up in my dick. ButMommy didn't let me masturbate anymore, she said she was the only one allowedto touch me there. And Mommy was boss. I needed her to jerk me off so bad.I'd do anything she asked to get that release.

I handed her what she wanted and stood patiently waiting for her nextcommand. She took the welding rod and ran it gently up and down my cock. Itfelt so good. On their own my hips thrust forward, my cock craving the

attention Mommy was giving it. She smiled at me, lowered the rod down betweenmy spread out legs, brought it up sharply against my balls. Stars exploded inmy head, it was all I could do to stay standing. Mommy laughed.

"Now turn around sweetie. Mommy wants to do her little boy's behind."

  I turned, knowing what came next. There was a sharp blow as she brought therod down hard on my right butt cheek. I stood as still as I could. Just likeshe trained me to. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Mommy raised her handagain and again. I counted ten blows, knew I had ten new welts on my ass. Itwould hurt to sit at school tomorrow. And the day after. I'd do my best to hide itfrom my teachers.

"Turn around dear, face Mommy. Is my little boy crying? Did Mommy hurt you?"

"It hurts Mommy. It hurts bad."

"I know baby. That's what makes is so much fun for Mommy. Tell me, who does mylittle boy love most? Who does my little boy always want to please?"

"You Mommy. I love you Mommy. Only you. I want to make you happy Mommy."

  Mommy leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then the lips. Her tonguefound its way inside, explored my mouth, greedy, hungry. She finished bybiting my lower lip. Hard. I could taste the blood. Mom laughed and flickedher lighter again, brought it close to my nipple, let me feel the heat, shelaughed again and moved her lighter back to Dad's chest. His body jerked in agony but I could tell his movements were slowing down.

"That's my good boy. Now what's Mommy's favorite game sweetheart. What haveMommy and Tommy always played when Mommy wants to have real fun?"

"Cowboys and Indians."

"Hand me my cigarettes sweetie. I already have a lighter. "

  She laughed, flicked her lighter and held it under Dad's chin, let theflame wash over his neck, his mouth, creep up his nostrils. Daddy's headlurched on the table, flailed side to side.

"Although I may need another one if this one runs low on fluid."

My Mom's cigarettes were on top of her clothes piled on the stool. I fetchedthem for her, handed her the pack. She shook out one of the slender whitetubes, a Virginia Slim 120, stuck it between her lips and pulled it out ofthe pack. She seemed reluctant to move her lighter from Daddy but she did.Sucking in a lungful of smoke she leaned close over Dad and blew a smokycloud directly in his face. He coughed, a soundless, hacking cough thatlooked painful. I'd coughed like that when Mommy played her smoking gamewith me so I knew how it felt. But she'd never burnt my throat and mouthlike she'd just done Dad. He probably would never talk again. It made me sad.

"We'll just pretend you're tied to a stake, OK sweetie. Mommy's comfortablesitting on Daddy like this so she doesn't want to get down to tie you up."

"Yes Mommy. I won't move. I'll be good."

"I know sweetheart. You're always good for Mommy. Now step closer dear, pokeit out for me, show me that big gun you've got for Mommy."

  I took a step closer, let my cock press against the table where Dad wastied down. That was one of my tricks, pressing the head of my cock againstsomething so Mommy wouldn't burn it. Mommy took a deep drag, got the tip of her cigarette all hot.  Her handmoved down from her mouth with an easy, practiced motion. She touched theburning end of her cigarette to my dick, about an inch from the head. Sheheld it there for five seconds, took another quick drag, put her cigaretteback where it'd been, burning the same spot.

"Lean back a little Tommy, let me see your cock head. Put it out there whereI can burn it sweetie. That's my boy."

  I had no choice. I obeyed Mommy. It's the way she'd trained me.Daddy always obeyed her too. It's how it worked in our family now, it's whatmade us special. She didn't burn the tip where the pee hole was, just the head. She usedthe entire cigarette on me. Except the time she shoved the hot end up Daddy'snose. When she finished I had more than a dozen new marks on my cock. I'dbe able to pee without too much pain but if Mommy decided to fuck me I'd bein for some serious hurting.

  When she was finished with me she shook out another cigarette, lit it andtouched the coal to Daddy's nose. He'd recovered some strength while Mommywas playing with me. He jerked pretty hard when Mom stuck the glowing tipof her cigarette up his nose. She seemed to like his reaction. She burned himlike that again before turning to me again.

"Now say hello to Daddy dear. I'm sure he's happy to see you but he's alittle too tired to talk right now. And I think his throat hurts him. He maynot want to say anything."

  She smiled as she said that, laughed as the flame from her lighter washedover Dad's chest. He tried to scream again, his mouthed opened in an agonizedgrimace but no sound came out anymore.  Dad was on his back, tied down to the work bench at his wrists and ankles.He was in his overalls, the ones he wore when he worked on his cars, the oneswith a zipper down the front from neck to crotch.

  The zipper on Daddy's coveralls was pulled down so he was mostly naked, atleast from the knees up. Mommy had been sitting on Daddy's stomach.  Herjeans and panties were slung over the stool besides the bench. All she had onwas a knit top.  And her boots. The spiky high heeled ones. With the sharppoint toes.  Daddy was hard like me. Actually he was harder. From the looksof his boner he must have taken four or five Viagra. Mommy slid down on him,raised up her hips and spread her legs so Daddy's cock slipped inside her.

  She bounced a few times, enjoyed the feel of her husband inside her, hard,restrained, unable to resist her. Mommy had perfect breasts, so firm andpretty they way the jutted out. And they jiggled so nice when she bounced onDaddy.

  She was riding Daddy, bouncing up and down on him, driving his cock deepinside her. Taking a man like this was one of Mommy's favorite ways to getoff. That's why I took my pills before I came home. So Mommy could ride meas soon as I got home. She needed her fun and Daddy couldn't always be there.At least before Mommy made him sell the business.

"Daddy didn't want to play Mommy's game so she had to tie him up. And he won'ttake his medicine. Such a bad boy. I had to help him."

  She pointed to Dad's arms. I saw she'd pasted a nitro patch on each arm, twoon each thigh. That meant four times the usual dose.  If she'd made him take asmuch Viagra as it looked like he did then it was amazing he was still alive.She must have read my thoughts.

"Daddy's proving stronger than I thought dear. He should be dead by now withall these drugs. But we'll fix that.  Now get Daddy's other medicine out of mypocket sweetie. I want to make Daddy all better."

  My Dad had been prescribed heart medicine a couple of years ago. He used to be fit. He'd been an athlete all his life. Then Mommy changed his diet. She switched him toall fried foods and lots of rich desserts. She made him drink half a bottle of cheapwhisky every night. And she made him sit in a tiny room off the proch and smoke two cigars before he could come back in.  His doctor said if he didn't change his habits he'd bedead in a year. He'd said if Daddy didn't quit smoking he'd be dead in six months.

  When Mommy heard the Doctor's prognosis she laughed. She'd told me she could arrangethat. Dad must have been stronger than the doc said because he was still alive ayear after the initial diagnosis. Which was amazing considering Daddy seldom tookhis medicine.  Mom just flushed most of the pills and patches down the toilet.  Butshe always kept the prescription filled. And Daddy got a physical every six months.From a new doctor. One Mommy picked.  She told the new doctor to be sure and updateDad's records, said she wanted plenty of evidence of his heart condition. In casehe died suddenly.

The new doctor was Ms. Lisbeth. She fixes me and Dad up when Mommy hurt us too bad.A week after we got back from that first doctor visit Mommy came home with a new toy.It looked like the kind of masks scuba divers wear except it covered both your nose andyour mouth. There were two holes under the nose area. One was small, about a quarterinch in diameter. The other was about an inch around. With a clamp that could shutit off completely or could open it all the way.  That's how you had to breath infresh air. Mommy showed us how it worked that night. I was sitting on the couch whenshe got home.

"Put the mask on Tommy. Make sure it fits nice and tight so air doesn't leak out."

  Once I had the mask on Mommy sat down on me. I was naked, my cock already stifffor Mommy. I was almost always naked and hard when I was at home. Mom liked me thatway. She used some cuffs to bind my wrists behind my back. Then slipped down on topof me, guided my cock so it slid up inside her.  She wiggled some just for her ownpleasure. I couldn't help it, I got excited too. Mommy noticed. So she started movingup and down real slow, teasing me. It was hard to breathe through the mask. And thatseemed to make me even harder. I started to mimic Mom's up and down movement. I letmy hips rock so I'd slid in and out between her legs. She felt me getting close.Mommy squeezed my left nipple really hard. She pinched me until I stopped moving.I wanted to cum so bad but she wouldn't let me.

  I was breathing really hard by now. The two little holes didn't let much air in.Mom grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the side table, lit up, took a drag thenblew her smoke in the larger hole. The mask filled with smoke, I could barely seeout. I breathed in but I got almost all smoke. When I exhaled hardly any smoke inthe mask blew out the holes, the mask stayed full of Mommy's smoke. So my next breath,and the one after that was mostly smoke too. I was suffocating, I started to panic.I began to hyperventilate, I kept trying to gulp in clean air but Mommy wasn't lettingme have any.

I could see her face through the clouds of smoke in themask. Mommy was laughing.And taking another drag so she could blow more of her cigarette smoke in my mask.I got light headed. All I could see through the mask was my Mom's face. She was stilllaughing and making faces at me. It ws almost like her expressions said she was soooo concerned about her little boy, like she was so scared for her baby. But she wasn't. Icoiuld tell. Her expressions were fake. All overdone. She was making fun of me. Andenjoying my panic, my pain. Then Mommy  started sliding up and down on my cock again.Faster and faster and faster.

  By the time the smoke cleared and I could breathe again I was dizzy and sick to mystomach. That's when Mom stuck her lit cigarette in the little hole. She put the filteron the inside, the burning tip outside. It was a perfect fit.  Now each time I inhaledI got some smoke mixed in with the fresh air. It was like smoking except it seemed Igot twice as much smoke. Mommy was going crazy on my dick. She was riding me like shewas on some sort of wild bucking horse. She was pounding up and down so hard on my cockmy legs hurt. And she kept moaning and shouting about how much she loved to fuck herslutty little boy.

  I kinda lost track of what was happening. I know Mommy removed the cigarettefrom the little hole and put in a fresh one at least once. I remember becauseshe put the old cigarette out on my tit. But after that it's all a blank eventoday. I probably passed out. Anyway, when I was alert again I was slumpeddown on the couch and Mommy was sitting on Dad's lap. He had the mask on.There was a fresh cigarette in the little hole. And eight butts in the ashtray.I'd put a clean ashtray out before Mommy came home with her new toy.

  Dad wasn't moving much so Mom lit a cigarette for herself, took a drag andthen used the tip to burn Daddy. She started on his chest. At first hejerked and struggled a bit but that didn't last too long. When he stoppedmoving all together Mom put her finger on his neck, smiled at me and thenburned Daddy again.  He didn't move this time. Mom felt his pulse and laughed.She pulled the mask off his face then. She took a drag, used Dad's chest to shapeher cigarette tip to a sharp hot point then burned him with it. On his nipple.Dad didn't move.

  After a minute she snapped her fingers at me. I was mostly recovered now, Iknew just what she wanted. I started CPR on Daddy. I was good at it, I'dpracticed a lot on Dad after all the times Mommy smothered him senseless.Daddy came around eventually.

  Mommy was really happy about her new toy, her smoking mask. She made Dad wear itevery morning and every night. She made Daddy smoke two packs of cigarettes like thatevery day. I think it was really more like four or five packs since he had to breathin all the smoke, even what he exhaled. And she still made him smoke the two cigars anight out on the porch. Daddy's health started to go down hill fast after Mommy madehim use the mask every day.

  I only had to wear it a couple times a week. She seldom suffocated us until we passedout like she did those first few times.  I think she was just having too much funat first with her experimenting.  She did that with new toys. Mommy went too far sometimes. Like she seemed to be doing now with Daddy on the work bench.

  I fished a pill bottle and an aerosol spray out of Mom's pants just likeshe said to. I recognized them. Mommy had Dad on Viagra too, he took two pillsseveral times a day, whenever Mommy wanted to play. And he was on nitroglycerin aswell. Because of his heart. His doctor Ms. Lisbeth said Dad didn't really need the nitro.She'd laughed when she that. She'd told Mom how dangerous it'd be if he took the nitrowith the Viagra. She'd winked at Mom then. And at me too. Ms. Lisbeth and I both knewwhat Mommy intended to do with the nitro.

Mommy had laughed and told Ms. Lisbeth to fix Dad's tests and chart so the nitro patcheslooked like they were necessary. Ms. Lisbeth said it'd be easy to make it look like nitrowas the right thing medically. So Dr. Lisbeth found an EKG of an old patient who had a realbad heart and labeled it as my Dad's. And she wrote out a prescription that Mommymade sure she always got filled. Mommy made sure Dad had his nitro patches and a nitrospray for emergencies. Like the emergency he was having now in the shed while Mommy wastorturing him before she snuffed him.

  Standing in the shed next to Mom it was finally clear to me that she'd planned forthis day a long time ago. She established a trail of evidence showing that Dad hada bad heart. It would be easy for the coroner to believe his heart quit on him fromnatural causes since all signs that Mommy had tortured him to death would be erasedby the fire she intended to start.

  I admired my Mom's plan. She'd get to have her special kind of cruel fun and getaway with it too. With my new insight I realized just how sadistic this woman ridingmy Dad was. Perhaps I should have been scared, horrified, bothered by it. But I wasn't.She was Mommy. I loved her with all my heart. I wanted her to be happy, to have herspecial pleasure. I admired what she was doing. I almost wished I was the one tied on

  Mommy was laughing again, holding her cigarette lighter under Daddy's rightnipple now, letting the flame lick at his naked skin. He was trying to get away. Mommy was good at tying us just loose enough so we could jerk andtwist and thrash about but not so loose we could get away and spoil her fun.

"Did my little boy have fun at school today?"

"Yes Mommy."

  Mom casually slid the flame across Dad's chest to his left nipple. Withouttaking her eyes of Dad while she performed this new insult to his body sheaddressed me.

"What did my Tommy learn at school today?"

  Daddy screamed again, a long wail that ended in a sob. He looked so white,there was almost no color in his face. His breathing was getting ragged again.Each breath was torture with his burned nostrils and throat. I think he wascrying but he didn't have enough left to make tears.

"Those two senior boys you invited over last month caught me at lunch. They took me behindthe gym and made me pull my pants down. Then Frank, the one that plays football, he, ahhh,he put his cock inside me Mommy."

  Mommy squeezed Dad's burned tit between her thumb and forefinger, pinchingit as hard as she could. Daddy groaned, turned violently from side to sidein a useless attempt to evade Mommy's grip. She laughed at him knowing shecould follow each of his twists and make his agony last as long as she liked.

"Inside where sweetie?In your mouth.Or up your butt."

"Both Mommy. First he made me suck him. Then he made me bend over and he rammed his bighard cock up my ass. It hurt Mommy. It hurt a lot. He said to say hi to you though. Ididn't like it Mommy.

"That's nice sweetheart. Every boy should know what it feels like to have a cockup his butt. I hope it hurt hon. Did Frank make you lick his butt first? Did you have tostick your tongue up his ass and clean him out. The way Mommy showed you? I told Frank heshould make you do that next time he played with you."

"He must have forgot Mommy. He really hurt me today.  Getting raped like that hurt andit made me feel small. Worthless. Do I have to let him do that to me Mommy?"

"Of course you do Tommy. It's what Mommy wants. It makes her happy to know her little boyis getting fucked in the ass at school. And you want Mommy to be happy don't you baby."

  I nodded yes. Mommy slapped me hard half a dozen times. I used my words and said, yes,

I want my Mommy to be happy. I had to practically shout cause Daddy was screaming hisstrange muted scream. Mom was asking me more about school but I could tell she wasn'tthat interested. Her attention was focused on Dad, her eyes following every tormentedmove he made. Every once in a while he move in a way that pleased Mom. He'd expressedthe agony he was going through with a particularly violent thrashing or heart rendingscream.  Mommy would smile, redouble her efforts to hurt her man, giggle at the result.

I wasn't the center of attention. Yet. As disloyal as it was to DadI hoped tokeep things like that for a bit longer.

"Yes Mommy, I want you to be happier than any other Mommies."

  Mommy was so engrossed in watching Dad suffer that she hardly heard me.She mumbled something about how that was nice, getting to lick shit out ofall those ass holes. Daddy seemed to have regained some strength. Mom saw anopportunity to up the ante, cause her husband even more pain.

"I'm glad you think that sweetie. Now, give me that bottle Tommy. The blue one.Daddy needs to get harder for me."

  Mommy took the pills from me, shook out two and pushed them down Daddy'sthroat. She gave him a slap on his Adam's apple that made him swallow. Itwas obvious from the way his back arched and his arms flailed about when heswallowed that his burned and brutalized throat was in agony.

"Here, Richard, take some more of your cock pills for me dear. Get these nice drugsinto your system darlin. Make it harder for me babe. So I can give you the nitroand cause a heart attack. That's a good boy."

  I knew what she was up to. The combination of Viagra and nitroglycerinwould be fatal. I knew Mommy had put Dad on a high dose of the nitro becausehe had six patches on right now. And knowing my Mom she'd made him takea couple Viagra at least three times today already. Dad's blood pressure had to be all over the place with those drugs in his body. I figured if he more Viagra would make his heart quit on him. Mommy must have thought so too, she seemed reallyexcited about cramming that pill down daddy’s ravaged throat.

"We'll wait a bit till the Viagra has time to get in his system. Then we'llgive Daddy his heart medicine."

  Mom climbed off Dad and turned toward me. There was a hoist hanging from theceiling. Dad used it to lift engines and stuff from his cars. Mommy put cuffson me, hooked them to the hoist. Then she hooked the ring on my collar to thehoist too. After she raised the chain I was suspended from the hoist,my feet barely touching the floor.  I had to stand on tiptoe to keep thecollar from digging into my neck and choking me. Mommy cranked the hoistup another notch.

"Comfy dear? You look so good suspended like that. Here sweetheart, why don'tyou take a couple pills too. Wouldn't want you to lose that lovely boner whenMommy stats to play.  Now where is that welding rod?"

  I swallowed the pills she put on my tongue. Getting tortured was easierwhen I was hard. For some reason it was easier to endure if I was aroused.

  Mom didn't find the one I'd given her before but there were plenty on thebench. She found one she liked and used it on me. She beat me on the butt andlegs and laughed when I lost my footing and hung by my neck. She'd have to lower thehoist then until I could regain my footing. Once I almost passed out fromthe pain. She'd given me a couple dozen hard strokes by then. It was asrough a canning as I'd ever gotten. Mommy certainly was in a special moodtoday. I'd never seen her so happy, so excited, so energetic.

  My ass burned like she'd poured gasoline on it and lit it on fire. I triedto drive that image out of my mind. The way Mommy was playing with me andDaddy I was afraid she'd read my thoughts, positive she would decide the ideawas just too much fun to resist and she really would set me on fire.

  When I almost passed out she had to lower me down until I was on my knees.Feeling her shoe on my balls helped me revive. But I almost threw up whenshe stepped on my nuts crushing them by putting all her weight on my balls. I'mglad I didn't. I threw up on Mommy once. Ms. Lisbeth spent the weekend puttingme back together after that. I missed six weeks of school. Mommy told themI'd fallen under the lawn mower, had a terrible accident.  Doctor Lisbeth backedher story up with fake medical records. I think that's one reason why Mommy likedMs. Lisbeth so much. Having a doctor around who helped her hide her accidents when sheplayed too rough was handy. Of course it might have been because Ms. Lisbeth was a sadistjust like Mommy.

  Mommy played with me for almost an hour in the garage that day. It was mostly canningalthough she did smoke several cigarettes. I swallowed all of her ash and she snuffedout all her cigarettes on my cock. But I survived. When she let me loose I couldactually stand on my own. Mommy was generous that way. Sometimes she letme off with a light beating.

"Let's see how Daddy's doing. It's almost time to finish up here. I wantthe fire started well before sunset. That way we can let it burn for awhilebefore we have to call the fire department. We'll pretend we didn't see itin the waning daylight."

  My Dad was barely moving now. He was moaning, his head wobbled back andforth a bit but it wasn't clear how much he was aware of what was happening.Mommy decided to wake him up some. She picked up her lighter and a can of3-in-1 oil. Dad was still tied down to the bench, his coveralls unzippedand pulled down to his knees. Even in all his pain his cock was hard, pokingstraight up. It was as big as I'd ever seen Daddy.

  I was standing on one side on the bench, Mom on the other. She took thetop off the oil. The spout on 3-in-1 oil is tapered so you can squirt it rightwhere you want to without wasting it or getting it all over everything else. Mommysquirted oil down Daddy's pee hole then covered his cock head with the goldenoil before emptying the rest of the can on his shaft and balls. Then she flicked herlighter.

  She started the fire on his balls. It quickly spread up his dick, dancedaround his penis tip. I saw the fire feed down inside him, saw his penisturn into a candle, the oil Mommy squirted down his pee hole serving as a wick.It kept burning, the small flame shooting out of Daddy's cock. Mommy's eyeswere ablaze with passion and pleasure and lust. Her wicked smile lit up her facealmost as much as the light from the fire spurting from the end of Daddy's dick.

  Daddy howled, his hips bucked against the bench, his head thrashed back andforth. Mommy laughed. I felt hot tears running down my cheek. It was awful forDad. He didn't deserve this. He'd be better off dead. But Mommy wasn't donewith him yet. She could still have some fun with his body.

  Daddy went soft, the pain too much even for the amount of Viagra Mommy hadforced him to take. With his cock down the oil inside him kept dripping out,keeping the fire that burned lit and alive until all the oil had leaked out.

"See how that got his attention Tommy. Daddy just needed a little wake upcall. But now it's time to say good bye to Daddy. Fetch me a full can ofoil sweetie."

  It took me several seconds to respond. I was almost in a trance. Mommy burnedme and she burned Dad a lot. It was her favorite game. But she'd never doneanything like this. Daddy's cock was ruined, it would never work again. AndMom didn't seem to care. She looked happy about it, pleased, satisfied.

  I was more scared than I'd ever been. But excited too.And ashamed. Because Iwas glad it was Daddy tied to the table instead of me. And I was glad I gotto see Mommy like this. She looked so beautiful. She was glowing, practicallydancing even though she was just standing there. I'd never loved Mommy more.A little part of me was hoping she'd do that to me someday, burn me like she'djust burned Daddy. I wanted her to get that much pleasure and satisfactionfrom me.

  She seemed to understand what I was thinking, she didn't get angry, didn'tholler at me to obey her. Wasn't impatient for me to do what she'd asked.She just smiled, held my gaze with her shiny green eyes, leaned acrossthebench, her breasts brushing Dad's ruined cock and kissed me. A special grownup kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth, sucking me, biting me, making me hers.

"I know sweetie. It's scary. But fun and exciting and magnificent too isn'tit baby?  Mommy's having so much fun. Now go get me a full can and watch how muchfun Mommy has with Daddy."

  I got what she wanted and watched with dread and fascination as she worked theoil all through Daddy's hair. I watched her squirt a thin line down his forehead,around his mouth, under his nose, up his nostrils and then finish her wicked game bytracing two circles around his eyes, emptying the can and leaving two thick globsover each eyebrow and one final dab on his chest. The oil above Dad'sbrows ran down his face, into his eyes. He had enough strength to blink a fewtimes, try to keep it out. It didn't work. I'm sure he was half blind by theoil seeping into his eyes.

  Mommy sat on Daddy's stomach, scooted down lower until her butt was rubbingDaddy's ravaged dick, a final insult to the black stump which was all that was left ofmy Dad's manhood. She held her hand up, two fingers forming a loose V shape,wiggled her hand and smiled at me. I'd been lighting Mommy's cigarettes forever.When she held her hand like that I knew what she wanted a fresh one.I pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it between her fingers, feltaround on the table for her lighter.

  I handed the lighter to her, watched her flick it to life, hold the flame tothe end of her cigarette, take a deep drag, turn and blow her smoke in my face.

"Hand me the nitro Tommy. Daddy needs a boost."

  I handed her the spray bottle with Dad's nitroglycerin knowing what she wasgoing to do next. She didn't disappoint me. She took one last drag to get hercigarette hot, the coal burning a firey orange. In a smooth motion she held itto Dad's chest next to the oil that was slowly running down his skin. Casually,lovingly she traced a line across Daddy's chest with her cigarette until the tipwas touching the oil. It took a couple of seconds but it finally ignited thepuddle. The flames leaped up from Daddy. His head jerked back, hismouth opened and he screamed his oddly muffled and tortured scream.

  Mommy was ready.  She shoved the nitro aerosol dispenser into Dad's mouththen button pressed all the way down so spray was spurting out the can. The fire onhis chest continued to burn, he tried to jerk his head, to free himself, tried to stop the torture but he couldn’t. Mommy had tied him up too good.

  Daddy screamed. Mommy was ready. She followed each spasm as his head twistedabout in a vain attempt to get relief from his torture. It was a new can. Sheheld it in Dad's mouth until it was empty. Before she'd even finished givinghim his final mega dose of medicine it started to have the affect she hadhoped for. Dad's eyes flew open, then squeezed tight, shut. His face screwedup in agony, he tried to scream but Mom wasn't about to remove the nitro untilshe'd emptied the entire can on his tongue.

"Isn't this fun Tommy. Doesn't Daddy look funny the way he flops and jerksaround. God I love doing this to men."

  Daddy groaned. He had the headache to end all headaches. I knew, knew itfelt like his head was about to explode, knew he was praying his head wouldexplode so the terrible, gross, unimaginable pain would stop. I knew becauseMommy had made me take large doses of the nitro like that too.  For practice,she said. She needed to try different strengths to see the effect. And I wasyoung, strong. She was sure I'd survive. And if I didn't, well Mommy couldarrange for it to look like an accident. Dr. Lisbeth would back up her story. Ishuddered just remembering that searing, mind numbing pain. Poor Daddy.

  Mommy wanted to play some more.  Her dear husband would never again be in this much pain.  She wanted to savor it, revel in it, add just one moreunbearable agony to Daddy's burden. She removed the nitro, picked up herlighter, flicked it, touched the flame to the line of oil dribbling downDaddy's chin.

  Daddy yelled as the fire followed that line of oil up his chin, followedthe circle of oil Mommy had so artfully traced around his mouth, sought outthe oily trail that outlined Daddy's nose, the remnants of oil Mommy hadsquirted up his nostrils. Mother was laughing, encouraging her dear husbandto be strong, to resist, to fight for life. So she could enjoy his sufferinga bit more, so he wouldn't spoil her special kind of cruel fun. I doubt

Dad could hear her.

  Daddy screamed. It was louder than any sound he'd made in the last threehours I'd watched Mommy play her wicked games with him. The fire didn'tcare about screams. The fire ignored the thrashing and jerking and buckingthat seemed to possess Dad's body. The fire just burned my Daddy so Mommycould enjoy his torture. The flames reached his eyes, at first racing overthe eye lids, lighting up his brows. When he opened his eyes, when he reactedto this new level of pain the way Mommy knew he would, when he opened his eyesbecause of this almost killing pain, the fire found the oil that covered hiseye balls. Daddy's eyes were on fire, he looked like a demon as flames shotup from eyes that would soon be empty sockets.

  Mommy was laughing, her head thrown back, a wild look in her own eyesas she pumped her hips, rode Dad like she was a demon herself. I'd neverseen her like this, in a world all her own. The flickering light from thefire burning my Dad slowly to death bathed my Mommy's skin in a wonderful,golded glow. She looked absolutely gorgeous like this, so sensuous, so wild,so full of joy.

  Daddy screamed. Just as the fire caught at his hair. It spread quickly, inan eye blink his whole head was ablaze. Flames covered his face, spurted up fromhis eyes, enveloped his head as the oil Mommy had so carefully applied to hishair burned and burned and burned.  Tiny drops of burning oil flew from hishair each time he flung his head back and forth in agony. The ball of fireatop Daddy's ravaged body lit up the room, the light dancing across Mommyas she rode her husband's body, fucked him as he died.

  Mommy was in heaven, her head still thrown back, her eyes slits as she fought to keep from coming, tried to make the incredible pleasure last as longas she could. Her hips were pumping so fast against Dad's ruined body I wasamazed she could stay on him. But she did, she was able to ride every toss, everyjerk, every spasm of her husband's flame engulfed head, she got off on theflames that consumed my Dad, she let his pain and agony feed her own internalfires, the sexual, sadistic and cruel needs that drove her to play with menthe way she did.

  Daddy screamed. Loud enough this time to be heard outside. It took the lastof his energy, the last of his vitality, his strength, his life left hisbody with that scream.

  Mommy was ready. Her scream overpowered Daddy's. As the last convulsiontraveled through Daddy's body Mommy came. And screamed in ecstasy, laughed,moaned, continued to hump Daddy's inert form. For minutes, for what seemedlike forever my Mommy enjoyed herself like I'd never seen before.  She wasin another place. She was in an orgasmic frenzy. And she was so gorgeous, radiant,glowing as much from the internal heat and passion and pleasure that washed overher as from the fire that still ate at Daddy. I loved my Mommy. My only thoughtseeing Mommy so excited, so aroused was she deserved to feel like this, she deservedto have this much fun.

I kept still during all this. Mommy had trained me to behave when she washaving fun with somebody else. I stayed still and quiet and waited for her tofinish her very special fun.

  She finally came back to the everyday world, to me. She'd left the paradiseshe been privileged to visit but the joy and satisfaction and pleasurewere still evident in the way she smiled, the way she sighed, the way shegiggled. She took ten minutes to enjoy the feeling, to savor the amazingdelight of taking a man's life, so close and personal. Her body continued toshake from continuous orgasms as she enjoyed the last few moments of snuffing Daddy.

"Well, that was fun. I'll have to do that again sometime. Maybe sometimereal soon. Would you like to take Daddy's place next time honey, make Mommyhappy again?"

  She looked at me, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. I met hergaze, kept quiet, didn't know if I was petrified that she'd do that to me oreager to have her do to me exactly what she'd just done to Daddy. Mommywas always hard to resist when she'd just satisfied her sadistic side. AndI'd never seen her satisfy her cruel streak so deeply before. I wouldhave done anything she asked right then. I'd have hopped up on the bench andhelped her tie me down. So she could torture me. And burn me. And fuck me.And kill me. Like she did Daddy. I loved my Mommy so much.

"What's my little boy thinking? Tell Mommy. What's the matter sweetheart, catgot your tongue."

  I couldn't say it, I couldn’t  tell her what I was thinking. I don't understand why, butI wasn't ready yet. It didn't matter. Mommy had other things on her mind, shehad to get things in here cleaned up, she had to arrange things so Daddy's deathcould be explained as an accident. And I would help. I didn't want anything badto happen to Mommy.

"Don't worry sweetie. Mommy's going to ride her little boy like that someday. Maybe someday real soon. But only after she's had all the fun she canwith her precious little boy. I hope my little Tommy is looking forward today that as much as Mommy is."

  Things had to happen fairly quick after that. She had me untie Daddy, or whatwas left of him. We pulled his overalls up, stuffed the nitro spray can inhis breast pocket, rolled him off the bench and onto a creeper, the littlewheeled platform Daddy used to scoot under cars when he worked on them.He was still breathing; I could see his chest barely move in and out. I doubthe could see me; his eyes were empty burned out sockets. Mommy inspected Dadas I positioned him on the creeper. She seemed really satisfied with herself.

Mommy had me roll Daddy over to the Ford Mustang that was up on jacks. AfterI shoved him under Mom got down on the floor, grabbed a wrench and reached in towork on something under the car. When she was done a small stream of gasoline was drippingdown on Daddy's overalls. She wasn't satisfied with the volume, mutteredthat it would take too long. She reached under again, banged a few more times.The gas spurted out stronger. Mommy seemed happier.

  She had me move Daddy in and out some so the gas could get all over him, so itsoaked into his coveralls real good. Then she had me fetch the torch, the one he usedfor welding. I hooked it up to the tanks just like she told me too.

  Mom stood by me as we waited for a pool of gas to form around the car Daddy'sbody was lying under. She played with my cock some. In spite, or maybe becauseof all I'd just seen, I was hard. Really hard. Mommy noticed. She stroked mewhile we watched the gas leak out from under the car, she played with me andwhispered to me and helped me climb the hill that always lead to my orgasms.

"You're Mommy's good little boy aren't you. Mommy's favorite little toy.Did you like watching Mommy play with Daddy like that? Is that why you're sohard? Does it make you horny when she plays like that?"

  I still couldn't answer. Shame, desire, fear, excitement, confusion,longing. All these things were swimming around in my head. And the last imageof Mommy, riding Dad like that, seeing the fire blazing around his face andeyes and head while Mommy laughed and pumped her hips and rode Daddy to death

as she climaxed. Mommy smiled at me, fondled my cock, stroked it the way sheknew I couldn't resist.

"Does my little boy want Mommy to play with him like that.  Is my baby readyto give up his life for Mommy? Does Tommy love his Mommy that much?"

  Suddenly it all came out, the way Mom looked when she was playing sadisticgames, the sound of her laugh when she hurt one of her boys, the smell ofher cigarette smoke just before she burned my cock. It was too much, toopowerful, too seductive. My shame and fear and doubt melted away.

"Yes Mommy, oh yes Mommy. I love you Mommy. I'll do anything for you. I wantyou to have more fun playing with me that you did with Daddy. Hurt me likeyou did Daddy. Please Mommy. Kill me too Mommy. I'm ready now Mommy.  Please,Mommy. I'm ready."

"I know you are hon. You're Mommy's best little boy. And Mommy promises she'llplay with you like she just did with Daddy. And you'll be much more fun forMommy, won't you sweetheart. Because Mommy will try to make her games lastfor days with her Tommy."

  I came. Shot my wad. My hips moved on their own, bucked back and forth. Itwas wonderful. Mom had picked up a rag at some point, wrapped it around mycock while I was in heaven feeling her hand on my dick. It caught all my cum.Mommy squeezed the rag around my dick, wiped off stray globs of cum.

"Mommy's going to burn her boy.  But not today hon. For now I'm just going toset fire to your cum for you. But I'll set you on fire soon sweetheart, Mommywill take care of her boy soon."

"Yes Mommy. Thank you Mommy. I'll be good for you Mommy. I'll be your bestlittle boy, you best toy."

"I know dear. Now let's finish up here. It will be dark in an hour and Iwant the fire to burn at least that long before the fire truck and policeget here."

  When I was hard, when I was coming I couldn't refuse my Mommy anything. Sheknew that. She used it to train me, to mold me into the kind of boy she wanted,the kind of boy she could use for herself. I knew I'd remember this day forever,that I'd dream about it and one day in my dreams it would be me on on thetable, me Mommy set on fire. And I knew I'd be happy when I had that dream,knew I'd wake with a wet spot on my bed. But that would be weeks from now.Mommy still had work for me to do here.

  She pulled Daddy's arm out from under the car so his hand was near thespreading puddle of gas.  Mommy stood next to one of the jacks and kicked it.It took three tries before the jack gave way and the car crashed down onDaddy's inert body. Mom leaned against the car and pushed on it, rocked it backand forth until the Mustang slipped off the other jack too. She leanedunder the car and laughed this sultry sexy laugh at what see saw. Dad's legs twitched when the carfell. His feet were still twitching. Daddy was still alive. That made Mommy happy for some reason.

"Oh goody. Richard's still with us Tommy, Daddy's not dead yet. I can stilltorture him some more before I kill him. What a lovely surprise. It’s a specialtreat for Mommy."

  She went to the other side of the car where there wasn't any gasoline oroil on the floor. Getting on her knees she reached under and did something toDaddy. I didn't see what. But it made Mommy happy. She laughed and laughed and laughed. Daddy's legs jerk around the whole time Mommy was on that side of the car playing with him.  She played whatever cruel game she was playing for a good ten minutes. Daddy’s body kept jerking and his legs twitched and his hands clenched and unclenches the whole time.  Mommy moaned real loud. So did Daddy. Mommy’s moan sounded like she was having an orgasm. Daddy’s sounded like he was dying. And then I guess he did because he didn't move anymore. Mommy made the sound she makes when she’s reaching her sexual climax the whole time.

  Mommy was laughing when she stood back up and kissed me hard, deep.She pulled her pants down and  pushed my head between her legs. I knew what to do. I licked Mommy and stuck my tongue inside her pussy. She was already soaking wet down there. Wet and hot and quivering. Mommy got wetter as her little boy licked her swollen cunt lips. She held my head real tight against her pussy when the spasms started shaking her body. Mommy was having an orgasm. I knew. I’d been through hundreds with her. She made thses growling sounds the whole time and when I finally felt her body relax I stopped licking her so hard and gently kissed her still trembling pussy. Mommy sighed, looked over at the car and at Daddy’s inert body underneath. She pulled me up and took me up to the house without a word. We hide the stuff she used in the shedwhen she tortured Daddy in an old dry well that was way back in the woods onthe edge of our yard.  After we took quick showers and changed clothes Mommytook me back to the shed.

  She told me what to do next. She stayed by the door to watch.  This lastpart was tricky If I didn't time it just right the whole puddle ofgas might ignite and set me on fire too before I could get out of the shed. Itwas best for Mom to be by the door where she was safe and out of harm's way. We both knew itdidn't matter if I was safe.

  I lit the welding torch with Dad's spark lighter, the kind with the exposedflint in a little cup. Then I adjusted the flame the way Daddy had shown mewhen he was teaching me to work on cars. When the flame was just right I setthe torch down on the floor near Daddy's dead hand. I angled it so the flamewas just a couple inches from the gasoline puddle on the floor. Mommy told meto add some gas to the puddle by knocking over the gas can she'd left besidethe car. There was about a gallon left in the can. I knocked it over and ranto the door to be with Mommy as fast as I could.

  We only had to wait a few seconds for the extra gas to reach the torch.There was a 'whooshing' sound as the gas ignited all over all at once. Once theinitial fire ball cooked off and the gas was burning steadily I could see underthe car. Flames danced all over Daddy's body, the gas that had soakedinto his clothes making the fire's job easy. I thought I heard a faint screamfrom under the car but I couldn't be sure.

  Mommy chuckled. She was ecstatic and she'd never looked better. The glow ofthe fire made her red hair look so pretty. And her green eyes flashed as shelaughed and said goodbye to Dad. She pulled me out the door so we could go backto the house.  You could just see the flames through the shed windows when wegot to the back porch.

"We have some time before we have to call 911 Tommy. Bring Mommy hercigarettes dear. I feel like burning something. Now pull down those pantssweetie. Let Mommy look at her toy. Did you keep it hard for me honey."

  I was hard again. Mommy lit her cigarette, got it hot, pressed it to my cock.This time she touched the burning coal to my pee hole. It hurt so much. Mommylaughed, took a drag to get her cigarette hot again and burned me on the same spot.I flinched and moaned like a wounded animal. Mommy slapped me hard then burned mycock head.  She got carried away playing with me and smoked two more cigarettes.By the time she remembered to call 911 the shed was almost all burned down. And Ihad two dozen new marks on my cock and balls.

  The cops said it was an accident. Mommy and I know better. Mom called Doctor Lisbethright after we called 911. She came over. And explained to the police how she was Dad'sdoctor and how he had a heart problem and it was perfectly reasonable to think he'dhad a heart attack. Ms. Lisbeth had been in Med school with the medical examiner. Iheard her tell Mom the autopsy wouldn't be a problem. She knew a secret about the manwho'd be doing Daddy’s procedure and she'd make sure he ruled it a heart attack.

After the firemen and the cops left and the coroner's wagon drove off with Dad's blackened body Momand me and Ms. Lisbeth were alone. Mommy took me and Ms. Lisbeth to bed.  Mommy told ustorturing Daddy to death like that was the most fun she'd ever had with a man. And shepromised she'd do the same thing to me one day. She was stroking my cock when she toldme that so I was hard. Mom was kissing Ms. Lisbeth. Ms. Lisbeth had her hand betweenMommy's legs and Mommy was squirming and giggling and totally enjoying herself. She wassmiling and laughing at me. I love my Mommy's smile. I love my Mommy's laugh. When I'mhard and Mommy's laughing there's nothing I wouldn't do for her.

  Mommy squeezed her hand real tight around my hard dick and whispered to me thatwhen she snuffed me she'd set my cock on fire first. Even though my cock hurt from allthe fresh burns Mommy had put on it that day I shot off so violently cum spewed all the waydown past my knees. Mommy laughed and lit a cigarette. Then she lit a secondone and handed it to doctor Lisbeth. So they could burn their little boy some more.

That all happened two weeks ago. We had a funeral for Daddy. My little brother Billy wasthere. Mom gave him something before we left. It was little pink pills. Billy was dull and quiet and slow at the funeral.All Mommy's family and friends were there. They're all women. They were all dressed inblack and they're all beautiful even at funerals. Grandma Hastings was there and greatGrandma Decker and Mom's Aunt Becky and her friends Ms. Tricia and Ms. Kim and Ms. Lauren.Only a few of Dad's friends showed up. Mom got the notice in the newspaper too late. Daddoesn't have any family close by anymore except me and Billy so nobody from Dad's sidecame to his funeral.

   There wasn't enough left of Dad to put in a casket. Mom had his crispy black remainscremated anyway. She said it was smart to do in case some overzealous cop got it in hishead to investigate Daddy's death some more. Why make it easier to prove he was murdered inthe most appallingly brutal way imaginable when you could just turn the evidence into ash.Yesterday they delivered a shoe box sized metal urn with what's left of Daddy.  So itlooks like Mommy got away with snuffing Daddy. A couple of the neighbors have been by tosay how sorry they are to hear about her loss. Mommy does a good job of pretending to besad.

  After the service we all came back to our house. Mom and her family and friends allcelebrated. They had a real good time partying. Ms. Lauren and Ms. Kim brought three guyswith them. Mom's Aunt Becky brought a guy too. So there were seven women and six guys if youcount me and Billy. Once we were home Ms. Tricia made all the guys strip so we were allnaked. I knew then what kind of men the other four guys were. They were like me and Billy:slaves, playthings, sluts for wicked women to use and abuse in whatever way they wanted.

Dad's 'wake' lasted two days. All the women had lots of fun. None of us guys did. Mom and the other women tortured us for two whole days. I had dozens of new burns and scars on my body. Billy got it a lot worse than I did. And one ofthe men Ms. Kim brought didn't make it. She said it was OK though. She said he was a nobody, just another expendable boy who wouldn’t be missed. Ms. Kim knows lots of boys like that.

  It's been two weeks since Mom snuffed Dad and made me help. Mom's getting restless.I can tell by how she uses me. Like this morning. She used me as her toilet.She's been doing that more lately. If she pees I have to drink it. I put my headbetween her legs and she clamps my face so my mouth is tight against her pee hole andthen she pisses in my mouth. And I swallow all of it. If she needs to take a dump thenshe sits on my face and I wrap my lips around her poop chute and she does it. She doesn'tmake me swallow all of it. At least not usually. I can keep it in my mouth till she'sdone then spit it out in a real toilet. When she's done taking her crap in my mouth I lickher butt clean and then I can go and throw up any of her shit still in my mouth. In a realtoilet.

     After she used me as her toilet and I'd cleaned out my mouth real good in the actual toilet Mommy came into the bathroom. She had the urn with Dad's ashes. She unscrewed the top anddumped Daddy's ashes in the toilet. Then she made me look. The grey ash was floatingin there with all the chunks of Mommy's poo that'd I'd spit out of my mouth. She pushedmy head down so my nose was in the water then she flushed. I watched the water swirlaround and Mom told me to say goodbye to Daddy.

  What little remained of my Dad floated on top of Mommy's shit before the toilet watersucked it all down into the sewer. Mom laughed when it was over and said her only regretwas she didn't get to spend enough time torturing Dad at the end. But she promised she'dmake up for it when she snuffed me.

  Then she took me back to her bed and spanked me. Hard. She does it most every morningsnow that I'm her full time slut and Daddy's gone. She took me out of school the day aftershe snuffed my Dad. She's keeping me home for the rest of the term. She told the school that I was in shock about my Dad’s death. She told my teachers I really took it really hard and wasn’t ready to go back. Mom telsl me I'll probablynever go back to a real school again. Mommy's going to keep me here and home school me with my brother Billy. She says she can teach me everything I need to know now that my only purpose in life is to serve and please her.

  After she spanked me till I was sobbing she told me to get in bed with her. Shelit a cigarette and caressed my chest with the hot tip of the Virginia Slim whileI jerked off for her. She talked about how much she enjoyed Dad's last few hours whileshe played with me. She seemed to get a thrill from remembering how Daddy screamed andjerked and fought and died.  After she'd used two cigarettes on me and made me describehow I remembered Dad's last couple of hours she started teasing me about how she was goingto do the same thing to me some day.

  I came when Mommy told me she's going to set me on fire just like she did Daddy.I didn't want to climax like that. But I couldn't help it. Mommy's conditioned me so thethought of her torturing me and snuffing me is more erotic and arousing than anythingelse I can imagine. I hope she does kill me like she did Daddy. I hope she gets to spendlonger torturing me too. I told her that. She smiled at me and kissed me. So I told herI hoped she'd spend a really, really long time torturing me. I know how much she likeshurting boys. I want Mommy to have more fun snuffing me than she's ever had with a man.

And I hope her beautiful smiling face is the last thing I see when she does itand she sets fire to me and I'm finally burning all over and I’m going insane with the pain. I think dying a horribleand painful death for my Mommy would be a privilege for a boy like me. How could Ithink anything else.  She's been teaching me to think like that for almost three years now. I don't know any other way to please Mommy. So I'll do whatever she wants me to.Because I belong to her.Because I love her so much.I have the best Mommy in the world. I love my Mommy more thanI love life itself.

     Tricia and I invited our two sadistic young friends up for a visit. We’re going to enjoy a long three day weekend when Kim and Lauren get here from Texas. The girls just snuffed their first boy. Apparently the two wicked young nurses did some fun stuff with drain cleaner when they tortured their prey to death. Trish and I can’t wait to hear all the thrilling details. But it’s not like us older girls don’t have some tricks up our sleeves as well.

   So my cruel lover Trish thought the girls might like to read some of my old journals I kept as a teen. I started them way back when I was fourteen. Mom had suggested I keep a record of the wonderfully wicked things I did to boys. So I did. I called it “Amanda’s Journal: Playing for Keeps with Boys”. Of course I hurt so many boys back then. I really liked hurting boys. I still do. I played rough with so many different guys it was just too much information to keep track of all of it. So mostly I just wrote about the boys Trish and Mom and I snuffed.

   That means my journal started with my Dad’s snuff when I was fourteen. It’s been almost twenty years since Trish and I snuffed our Daddies together. Tricia thinks Kim and Lauren will get a kick out of how we did things way back then. Believe it or not we still have our sadistic fun with men in pretty much the same way now that we did all those years ago. I know because I’ve been re-reading these old notes from when I was a teenager. Remembering the thrill of some of those snuffs still gives me goose bumps.

     Trish and I had so much fun back then. I think most girls would say nothing quite equals their first real snuff. I was lucky. I got to do my step Daddy. Mom had been married to him for almost four years so I knew him pretty well. Which made torturing him and killing him real slow soooo much more intimate and exciting and personal. That’s the best snuff by the way, doing someone you’re close to, someone who knows you real good.  The poor dears are always so surprised when you actually start killing them. Like my poor Daddy. He was so surprised to find out his sweet little girl wanted to do all those wicked things to him. Now two decades later I’ve snuffed and buried four husbands of my own. So I know why Mom was so enthusiastic about doing my Dad that weekend all those years ago. Doing a man you’ve lived with for a couple of years is simply fantastic. Especially if he trusts you and adores you.

      Anyway, I’ve had my slave Michael copy down the first few entries in my journal just as I wrote them when I was a teenager. So now they’re all in digital form which is so much nicer. I hope Kim and Lauren enjoy these old accounts as much as I did living them.

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Amanda’s Journal: Playing for Keeps with Boys.

       By Amanda Ryan   (born who Jan 12 1976)

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Entry One:  Sunday Jan 13 1991

Daddy Is So Snuffed.

   Mom gave me this journal yesterday for my birthday. I’m fifteen now. The journal’s to keep track of what I do to boys. Especially the boys I torture to death. So I can learn what works, learn what’s fun, figure out what gets me in trouble so I can avoid that and to keep track of the kind of torture that gives me the best orgasms. I hurt so many boys every week I’ve decided to just write about the ones I hurt really, really bad. And that will probably mean only the ones I snuff. At least I hope I get to torture enough boys to death that I have lots and lots to write in my journal. I just turned fifteen and already I know what I want to do with my life. And it’s all about snuffing boys. Like I did my step dad last fall.

  It was November 16th last year (1990) when we started on Daddy. For some reason Mom decided it was time to snuff him. And that I could help her. She even let me tell my best friend and lover Tricia about it. Mom and I tied Daddy up, put him in the SUV then went to Tricia’s to get her. And her Daddy. I knew my lover was ready to get rid of her single parent Dad so we decided to kill two birds with one stone. Or snuff two Dads in one weekend. What a treat!

  Mom always intended for Dad to wind up burning to death in the cabin. She’d bought the place with that in mind. It was isolated and it had this really old oil heating stove. Mom had fixed the stove so it would leak and catch on fire real easy. So it was a perfect setup to kill a man. Or two men. We could spend a couple days torturing them first then set the cabin on fire and all the marks and cuts and bruises we put on our Daddies would get incinerated in the hot blaze. Mom said she’d had the two fifty-five gallon drums filled to the top with heating oil. We were going to let most of it leak into the cabin before we set those two men on fire. That was going to make a hell of a fire. Mom said we’d make sure our Dads were still alive when we torched the place. So we could hear their final screams. It sounded like fun when Mom described it on the way to the cabin. And it was fun! Even better than I’d expected.

Dad screamed a lot. So did Mr. Deering. That’s Tricia’s Dad. That was fun hearing them scream and beg and plead with us to stop. The kept shrieking even after we rubbed heating oil on their lips and throat and set it on fire. But at least their screams weren’t so loud after we burnt off half their faces. Before we did that and muffled the worst of their screams Trish and Mom and I were having trouble hearing ourselves talk about how we wanted to torture them next. Burning their throats helped a lot. And it was cruel and wicked and evil. So you know it had to be fun.

Anyway, to make a long story short, we did Mr. Deering first. Mom said we needed to get smoke and stuff in his lungs so it’d look like he died in the cabin fire. So we poured some heating oil in a bucket, cut off some of the curtains and part of the bed spread and added that to the bucket. We even busted up a chair and put some pieces of wood in the bucket. Then we lit the stuff on fire and held Mr. Deering’s face in the flaming bucket. You should have heard him howl! It was hilarious. We held him in that fire for a good minute then we pulled his face out of the fire and just made him breath the smoke. His lips were all cracked and split from where the flames fried them. And his cheeks were blistered. His nose was a blackened stump and his eyes were wild! I mean really wild. He didn’t have any eyebrows or eye lashes or even eye lids left and with his blackened face the white of his eyes looked almost spooky. But since we’d done that to him on purpose it didn’t really look too spooky. I thought it looked funny.

After that Trish and I used our lighters and matches and cigarettes to burn Mr. Deering all over his body. He still had his clothes on so we burned most of those off first. With the man still in them. It was a blast the way he twitched and jerked and screamed when we set his shirt on fire. It was even better when we poured oil down his pants and set those on fire. We’d unzipped his pants first and Trish jacked her Daddy off until he had a nice hard erection then we lit him on fire. God it was great!

It’s not like our Dads are bastards or anything. We weren’t killing our Dads because they’d been mean to us or abused us. Just the opposite in fact. Tricia’s Dad has always tried to do his best for his little girl ever since Tricia’s Mom died. A single guy raising a daughter on his own can’t be easy. Donald Deering did a decent job raising Trish. It’s not his doing that his precious little girl is a sadist. She was born that way. Just like me. But when you’re the father of a cruel and sadistic daughter you might as well expected to get snuffed. It’s just too tempting.

We had a blast that weekend. We started Friday night and set the final fire late Sunday afternoon. In between we tortured those two men until they were begging us to snuff them. Oh, and we made love a lot to. Me and Trish. And me and Mom. And Mom and Trish and me. Mom and I had never jumped in bed together before that weekend. I guess when a Mom and daughter kill a Daddy together it’s just too sexy and hot not to wind up fucking. It was good too. Not at all weird. Mom and I hop in bed a couple times a month even now. She’s only thirty three and her body is amazing. Mommy has the tightest little pussy! And she’s ridden more cock than a dozen women her age put together. I hope I can stay as fit as Mom when I’m her age. She says it’s from torturing men a lot. It keeps her young and healthy.

We did my Daddy pretty much the same way we did Tricia’s. Mom brought some needles and we had fun jamming those under Dad’s fingernails. And sticking them in his eyes. We had to count the needles when we were done. Couldn’t leave any behind. It’d look odd if Daddy had a needle sticking in his eye when they found what was left of his blackened body in the burned out hulk of the cabin. Needles poking out of a man’s eyes and balls and cock wouldn’t look much like an accident.

Anyway, we had a bunch of fun that weekend. And I got my first SNUFF! That’s how I’m going to mark the entries in this journal. I’ll count my snuffs. After torturing Daddy to death I know there’ll be lots more entries soon. It’s so much fun snuffing guys. Especially Daddies.

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Entry Two:  Sunday  Oct 12 1991

Steven Plays a Deadly Game.

     It’s been too long since my last entry. I thought I’d have another snuff under my belt by now. It’s been ten freaking months before I got to snuff another guy! Oh well. Sometimes good things come to those who wait. I’ve been patient a long time now. Too long. But Tricia and I did have the most delicious fun last night. We got to play with this stupid boy from school. His name’s Steven Wingate. Or I should say his name was Steven Wingate. He’s dead. Trish and I snuffed him. We did it slow too. So we could enjoy it.

The idiot boy invited a few of us to his house cause his parents and little brother were out of town. He’s older than me. He’s between me and Tricia at school. I’m a sophomore. Steve’s a senior. Anyway, there were three other boys and two other girls at this ‘party’. They were all losers. Trish and I only went because Stevie said they were going to play the choking game. We wanted to see that. And maybe get to choke the life out of one of those foolish boys.

Steven had it all setup. He’d made a choke rope out of braided scarves. So it was soft and didn’t cut into the neck too much but you could wrap the braided rope around a boy’s neck and pull real tight and choke him until he passed out but without leaving much of a mark. We watched Steven and another boy hang themselves from the closet door until they got red in the face, then white, then they’re eyes rolled back in their head and someone untied the rope and let them down. But that’s not where the fun part happened. That happened when Tricia said we should play the game so the person getting choked was naked and someone else jacked them off. If they were a boy. Or fingered their cunts if they were girls. That got all the boys excited and eager to be the first one to get choked. The other slutty girls went along cause they were losers.

We did Steven first. Trish wrapped the rope around his neck, I hung it on the hook on the door and then she and I jacked him off together. We timed jerking him off so he shot his load just as he passed out. Trish cut him down and we told Sylvia, one of the other girls at the party, to give him mouth-to-mouth. He didn’t really need it but it was fun to watch those other three boys get all excited and aroused when she put her lips on Stevie’s mouth.

That Sylvia girl’s a slut. Everyone knows that about her. I don’t like her much but she can be useful. Like I knew she’d see it as a win if Trish and I decided to leave the party early and leave her and her friend  Crystal there alone with four horny boys. Which is exactly what we did. I wanted lots of witnesses to the fact that Trish and I left early. When everybody was still alive and having their kinky fun.

We went home and watched ‘Saturday Night Live’ with my Mom.  Kristie Alley was the guest host and that girl is sexy. She’s on that TV show Cheers and she’s voluptuous and hot and slutty! I could see getting it on with her. I love her luscious lips. I bet she licks pussy real good.  I bet she likes to do boys too. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers were OK on the show. So was Phil Hartman. But that Chris Farley guy bombed. What an asshole. The fat fucker. I’d like to take a shotgun and ram it all the way up his big fat butt and fire off a couple of rounds. Anyway, watching the show gave me and Trish a perfect alibi. When the cops came this afternoon and said Steve had been found hanging dead from his closet door by Tricia and I were ready.

The cops said Steve’s little brother found the body. It never occurred to me Steve’s brother Tommy would find the body. That’s just a bonus. I bet that little wiener Tommy is traumatized forever by the experience. At least I hope so. I’ll have to ask him about it once he gets back to school. Anyway, the cops knew we’d been at Steve’s earlier. Mom told them we were both with her from ten o’clock last night and all day today. Mom’s pretty persuasive, especially with the police. She knows how to deal with them. She’d snuffed four husbands. She’s had lots of practice with cops. Trish and I could recount every skit and joke from last night’s show to prove it. It’s live TV. So we couldn’t have known what’d be on last night. No way can the police pin Steven’s murder on us.

   I don’t know how many times the other kids at Steven’s house played the choking game after we left. But Trish and I went back to Stevie’s house about two hours after midnight. The house was dark and the back door was unlocked. I’d made sure it was when we’d left earlier that night. Nobody saw us go in that boy’s house the second time. And it was all quiet when we crept up to Steven’s room and woke him up. We asked if he’d like to play the choking game again. We told him we’d jack him off and fuck him is he did. Of course he said yes. Only this time we wanted to add a new wrinkle. We wanted to have him put his hands behind his back so we could wrap them in plastic wrap. We told the stupid boy it’d make his orgasm ten times more intense. What it was really going to do was make our climaxes ten times more intense when we snuffed him and he couldn’t get his hands free to stop us. But we didn’t tell Stevie that. No sense scaring the poor boy.

It worked perfectly. For us. We stood him up, bound his hands behind him, backed him up to the door, wrapped the one end of the long braded scarf rope tight around his neck and then tossed the other end over the door. Then Trish and I hung on the end until Steven’s feet were off the floor. He squealed and I think he would have shouted but the scarf was tight enough all he could so was squeak. It was hilarious. Tricia and I kissed while he made that boy hang by his neck. God did he kick his feet and bang his body against the door. We kept kissing and making out and holding Steven off the floor by his throat until the boy stopped moving. Then we let him go and checked him out. His heart was still beating but he wasn’t breathing. I was about to do mouth-to-mouth on him when Trish stopped me. DNA. Couldn’t leave any traces on the body. But we didn’t want him dead this quick either.

Trish solved it by using bicycle pump to revive him. Steve was a big time mountain biker. He had all sorts of equipment in his room. Trish jammed the pump’s hose in his mouth and we pumped air into our prey. It took a couple minutes but eventually his body lurched and he started breathing on his own. So we hauled him back up, put the scarf around his neck and choked him out again. Before we pulled his weight off the floor he asked us why we were doing it. We laughed and said,’ Isn’t it obvious? It’s fun for us you shit head.  And we’re not going to stop having this fun till you’re dead Stevie boy’.

   He started crying then. And God did his feet kick against the door when Trish and I put our weight on that braided scarf rope and pulled up off the floor. Trish had the brilliant idea to lower him just before he passed out. We let him rest a minute and sort of half catch his breath then we hauled his body up again and let the rope tighten around his neck and choked that boy.  It was soooo much fun! We must have gotten him to pass out five or six times. The last couple times all he could do when we let him rest was drool and mutter incoherently. I think we must have killed half his brain cells because poor Stevie didn’t even know his name when we asked him.

It was good snuffing a boy in as good a shape as Steve. All that bike riding he did paid off. For us. We made him last almost two hours. It was a delicious snuff. Trish and I went back to my house and we made sweet, sweet love till sunrise. Mom heard us and she came in to see what all the celebrating was about. She knew what we were going to do to that boy. We told her all the details and she got so excited and we got all excited again so Mom got in bed with us and the three of us fucked every way girls can fuck each other. It was amazing. I love Tricia. I love my Mom. But mostly I love snuffing unsuspecting innocent little boys.

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Entry Three:               Saturday Feb 15 1992  

A Boy Got Strangled Last night

   Well I thought I’d get to do a boy on my birthday. I wanted to. But I turned sixteen almost exactly four weeks ago and there was no naked boy tied up for me when I woke up. Ha ha ha. Just kidding. Although that would be a wonderful birthday present. And a girl can always wish. Mom told me how my Grandma Bridgitte gave her a boy for Christmas one year. Mom was twenty at the time. She came home for Christmas and her Mom had a boy sitting under the tree wrapped all pretty for her. Mom said he was naked and had a big bow tied around his neck and his hands and feet were cuffed so he made quite a nice little package. The tag on the bow around his neck said he was for Mom and he was a toy designed specifically to get broken beyond repair on Christmas day. So Mommy and Oma spent the next six hours torturing that boy before they snuffed him. I think that’s my best Christmas story ever.

    Anyway, a girl can’t expect Santa Claus to deliver snuffable boys to her so Trish and I went out last night and found our own boy. I’m driving legal now. I’ve been driving since I turned fourteen. That’s they year Mom got me a fake ID and license that said I was seventeen. So even though I’m sixteen and have my own license I took the fake one last night when Trish and I went out hunting for a boy to torture. In case we got pulled over or something.

    We found the boy about seven thirty. It was already dark by then and nobody saw us pick him up. He was hitching a ride out by the highway. We found out after we tied him up that he was twenty, that his name was Duncan and he had a miserable excuse for a cock. I love to play with big hard dicks but I wasn’t going to have that kind of fun with Duncan. He only had five inches when he was hard. What a loser! But I knew other fun things to do to that boy. Trust me, Trish and I had plenty of fun last night with Duncan.

    We strangled a boy named Steve four months ago. It was soooo much fun. I wanted to strangle Duncan too but I wanted to do it different. And since there was no connection between him and me and Trish we could spend a long time snuffing Duncan. So we did.

    First we took turns smothering him and reviving him. Trish sat on his knees to hold him down and I sat on his face. I took my jeans off but kept my panties on. It was quirky having his nose stuck up my crack and my slit pressed tight against his mouth. He fought real hard. He slammed his head back and forth and bucked and jerked and tried every trick he knew to get away. We held him down though. And had our fun with him. Every once in a while he’d manage to get out from under me while I was sitting on his face and he’d get to breathe a little before I could cover his nose and mouth up again. At first I was pissed. I wanted to smother the fool. But Tricia pointed out he wasn’t getting enough air to fully recover so we were really just prolonging his agony. I love that girl. She’s so smart. And cruel!

    So after that the game became how to keep Duncan alive and in pain for as long as we could. Well, we made it last almost to sun up. We tortured him about twelve hours. I lost count of how many times I climaxed. My pussy was sore and swollen from Trish licking and sucking and probing me with her tongue and fingers and lips. She was sore too from where I’d done that to her. And Duncan, well before we killed him he was sore and bruised and cut and burned all over.

    After Trisha and I smothered him senseless and revived him three times apiece Duncan lost a lot of his fight. We tied his hands behind his back. Tricia found a four foot piece of iron pipe and we tied one of his ankles to each end. So his legs were spread nice and wide for us. That way one of us could smother or strangle him and the other one could kick him in the nuts. It was loads of fun. It was funny too how he got dumber and dumber the more times we smothered him. The boy was drooling and grinning like a baboon and rolling his eyes at us like a chicken head eating geek after just a couple hours. God that was fun!

    We burned him of course. With our cigarettes and lighters. Trish set his hair on fire about three AM. She worked some hair gel into his hair first. Who knew that stuff was so flammable! It was hilarious the way the flames engulfed that boy’s head and the way he screamed. After we’d picked him up by the side of the road we took him to this abandoned farm we knew about. We had him in an old concrete silo so he could scream all he wanted and nobody would hear. That made it more fun.

     Strangling him was good too. I found some barbed wire and we wrapped rags around the ends of a four foot piece. Then we wrapped the wire with its sharp barbs around Duncan’s neck and Trish took one rag wrapped end of the wire and I took the other and we pulled.  We’d made a barbed wire garrote. It was hot! We could pull real tight and cut off all the boy’s air or we could just put a little tension on the wire wrapped around his throat and tease him with the prospect of getting strangled. We did both. Over and over again. The boy’s neck was a black and blue and bloody mess when we got tired of that game.

    We’d put a foam mattress in the SUV before we’d left home and we used that when we needed to make love. We did that a lot that night. Smother the boy, go fuck each other some, strangle Duncan for half an hour, go get naked on the mattress and eat each other some, go back to our prey and smother and choke and burn and savage him until we were so horny we needed some more sweet girl on girl loving. It was glorious. And it lasted all night. There’s something about making love to a hot little bitch like Tricia while a boy’s shrieking in agony that just does something to me. Something good. Something wicked. Something that’s better than anything else I know. Anyway, we snuffed that boy last night. We did it slow. We did it out way. We had fun. And we’ll do it again to another boy just as soon as we can.

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Entry Four:               Monday July 5 1993

A Fourth of July Snuff

      Trish and I went shopping early yesterday to get some things for a big July Fourth party we’d been invited to. We came out of the mall and this guy followed us! Cute guy too. Even if he was twenty three. The perv! Hitting on nice teenaged girls like me and Tricia. Anyway, he made some lame comment and it was clear he wanted to hook up with us. So we let him think he’d succeeded. I let Trish get in the van first then opened the sliding driver’s side door and told the boy to get in. That side of our van was parked against the wall so nobody would see what we did to our prey. I rubbed up against the guy and told him to get in first. I grabbed his crotch when I did it. Playfully. He had an awesome package! Oh goody I thought. A nice big cock to torture and fuck.

    Tricia zapped him once he as all the way in the van. A girl should always keep a couple of fully charged stun guns handy. In case some cute guy happens along! I grabbed the guy’s crotch again only this time not so playfully. More like painfully. I squeezed his balls good. Then I punched him in the nuts a dozen times while my lover girl used some of those plastic cable ties to bind his wrists and ankles. The guy was trying to yell but his muscles were all seized up from the electric jolt Trish had given him. I told Trish to stand back and hit him again with the stun gun. I kept the trigger down for a good long ten count. You should have seen how his body convulsed and his eyes bugged out and he slobbered all over himself. It was precious. By the time he got it together to shout for help we had a gag rammed down his throat and the boy was ours! Now all we had to do was figure out what we wanted to do to him. The big July Fourth party was a good six hours away. That seemed like plenty of time to torture and snuff our boy.

     The party was at this loser’s named Mark Tilden. He lives down the street and he’s kind of a dirty old man. But he throws great neighborhood parties and he lets me and Tricia drink beer and wine and Margaritas so we pretend to be nice to the old fart. God, he must be forty three or forty four or something. I doubt his dick even works anymore as a fuck stick.  But he lets us do just about anything at his parties if we wear shorts and loose revealing tops. Men! They’re so easy to manipulate and control with a little show of skin and a sexy grin.

     Anyway, a week ago Mark had taken a road trip down to South Carolina to pick up a butt load of fireworks in preparation for his big July Fourth celebration. He’d been talking about the show he was going to put on in the neighborhood cul-de-sac all week. I’d seen his stash of firecrackers and roman candles and rockets. He must have had ten boxes full of stuff full of rockets and flares and bang-bangs and all sorts of good shit. So I knew he’d never miss a bag or two of his precious fireworks. Tricia kept an eye on our boy and I slipped in to grab some of the pyro technic marvels. Trish wanted to shove firecrackers in our boy and light him up. That sounded good to me so we had a plan, a boy and a place for snuffing him. Perfect! We grabbed a cooler of beer and some chips and dip from Mark’s place and headed out to the lake. A girl gets hungry and thirsty snuffing boys. We went to the lake cause we’d found an isolated place near there where you could take a boy and play as rough as you wanted with him. There was nobody within miles to hear him shriek and yell and beg for mercy.

    Our boy’s name was Peter something or other. I looked at his driver’s license and got the Peter part. His last name was weird, like Greek or Russian or something. We just called him Pete. Or slut. Or snuff muppet. Petey didn’t care for that but we didn’t give a fuck what he cared about. It was all about me and Trish.

     The whole idea was to snuff the silly boy. So we got started right away. Trish laced a string of those little Chinese firecrackers in between Peter’s toes and lit them up. They didn’t do too much damage to our boy. He kept all his toes but he did squeal nicely for us. After that we finished off the last eight strings of firecrackers by winding five strings around his neck and three around his balls. Lighting those suckers up was a real thrill. Poor Mark almost lost it. His neck was a mess when it stopped and he was having trouble breathing. Trish used a screw driver to poke a hole in his trachea and we went on having our fun.

    We’d gotten a couple of these things called maximum thrust rockets. They looked just like little tiny rocket ships. Trish jammed one up Peter’s butt and I shoved the other down his throat. He was already huffing and puffing from the firecrackers popping off around his neck and we weren’t sure he was going to last too much longer so we went ahead and loaded him up with the rest of the wicked stuff we’d lifted from the party supplies.

    We had these things called Big Bad Bangers. They were like big cherry bombs. I got the idea of trying to shove a couple down Peter’s cock. I know it sounds impossible. I mean the Bangers were over an inch and a half in diameter. That’s a lot to push down a boy’s pee hole. But we didn’t care how much damage we did. In fact. The more damage the better so I got a stick that was the same diameter as the Big Bad Banger and used a knife to sharpen ne end to a nice point.

    That’s what I shoved down Pete’s dick. He was soft of course. What boy’s going to keep his boner after he’s had firecrackers set off around his balls and neck. Plus he had six inches of firecracker rocket jammed up his butt and down his mouth. I mean, Trish and I are attractive and sexy and hot looking but poor Petey couldn’t keep it up even for us. I didn’t take it personal. I wanted to snuff the boy not make love to him.

    The stick worked perfect. I’d snapped off a piece at the pointy end about four inches long. That’s what I poked down Peter’s cock. God did he scream. The stick still had bark on it and it was rough and boy did it do a lot of damage to the inside of that boy’s piss tube. Fortunately the stick blocked most of the blood mess that tried to leak out. But Peter sure did howl. He got a little woozy from the pain. Tricia slapped that silly boy dozens of times to get his attention and wake him up. When he was alert enough I jammed the big round cherry bomb behind the stick and pushed and pushed and shoved until I got the whole thing down Peter’s prick. It was fantastic. He wasn’t hard but he had a two inch round, six inch long stubby cock poking out from his crotch. It wasn’t as good as a real hardon but it would do.

     We lit his up all at once. I cheated and used my lighter to roast his cock a bunch before I lit the Big Banger jammed in his dick. Tricia did the same with the rockets shoved up his butt and down his throat. We figured we weren’t going to have much more of a chance to torture the poor boy once those three fireworks blew up inside him.  But we were wrong about that. The fuses were sputtering. Trish and I stepped back a couple feet and then BOOM!

     The one down his dick went off first. His cock didn’t explode exactly but it was sure ruined. A big rip split Peter’s cock starting down where the stick and the Big Bad Banger met. The spilt went all up the side of his fucked up shaft and even split the boy’s cock head. What was left of it. I’d guess half of it was just blown to smithereens. Peter wasn’t going to ever pee right again! He looked hilarious the way he was screaming and thrashing and writhing. I wanted to shove my hand between Tricia’s legs and feel her cunt. I knew my girlfriend was hot and wet cause I sure was. But the fuses on the rockets were getting close to the payoff so I stayed where I was and focused on Pete.

     I’m glad I did. The one in his ass went first. BOOM! Then Boom! Boom! Boom! Four wonderfully powerful explosions rocked Peter’s body. It wasn’t as loud and the bomb that blew up his cock but it was still loud enough. We’d tied him up so he was on his back with his legs spread. You could see his ass and see how that rocket went off inside the boy. The first explosion was designed to power the rocket up into the air. Since we’d shoved it up Pete’s ass the initial boom just shoved the rocket up his butt another couple inches. Then the nest muffled explosions shook Peter’s body. Those were the ones that set off the colored flower shaped sparklers that would have looked so pretty in the dark night sky.

     But in this case all those explosions did was ignite all those hot metal particles up inside Peter’s rectum. It must have hurt like hell cause our boy’s body jumped up off the bench we’d tied him too and his hips and bely and legs started to convulse so hard and so fast it was like he was some sort of demented robot mach8ne or something. I’d never seen a boy’s body twitch and jerk and pound itself apart so violently. But I know I want to see it again! It was awesome. I couldn’t help myself. I slipped my hand between my legs and let my fingers do the walking into my slit and all around my overly excited pussy. It felt soooo fucking good.

     But the rocket going off in his throat was maybe the best. It was the same sequence. A big BOOM! That shoved the rocket another three or so inches down his throat. You could see the thick lump of it in Peter’s neck. It was awesome! Then when the next three booms went off you could see the explosions rippling in the boy’s throat. I swear to God! It was so fucking hot. And I mean that in both ways: the punish way about it being so hot in that boy’s throat and the sexy way in that I was so aroused I actually climaxed. But Trish did even better than that. I stole a glance her way and she was thrusting her hips in and out and moaning like a wild animal and I could tell she was having a multiple orgasm. I almost envied her but then I remembered that after she came like that she always wanted to jam her head between my legs and lick and suck and kiss my cunt till I went out of my mind with pleasure.

    Pete on the other hand wasn’t having such a good time. Which is what we’d wanted all along. God it was something. It’s hard to describe how his body was heaving and pulsing and jerking. It was obviously from pain. He was in agony. His pitiful and strangely muted shrieks testified to that. But honestly there was a carnal aspect to his body’s spastic twitches. It looked sexual. At least that’s how I interpreted it.  It just turned me on even more. I asked Trish about it later and she said the same thing. It was easy to imagine Pete was having his own sort of excruciating and cruel orgasm. I guess the line between ecstasy and agony really is close. Finding that really makes me glad. I mean, I don’t feel bad at all about torturing boys and snuffing them. But knowing their hips and cocks and their whole bodies are going to thrust and hump and jerk like they’re having sex means I have even more fun to look forward to.

    I thought all that we’d done to Peter would kill the boy. Jesus he was a tough little nut! We But it didn’t. At least not right away. We had some smaller firecrackers left so Trish and I got creative. I shoved two little one up his nostrils. Tricia, God you have to love that girl. She figured out she pried up Petey’s eyelids then jammed a four or five of sparklers in each of his eyes. She snapped off the bottom part so the business end, the part of the sparkler that burned so bright and so hot ended inside Pete’s eyeball. When we lit him up the sparklers were going to burn right into our boy’s eyeballs. I couldn’t wait.

   The best part was the sparklers kept his eyelids propped open so he had to watch. Pete couldn’t shut his eyes. The last thing he’d see would be our smiling faces as we boiled his eyes and blew apart his body. I couldn’t think of a better way to snuff a guy who seemed as nice and decent as Peter. But, we still had a few things left  in the fireworks bag to torture him with. Unfortunately we were pretty much out of Pete holes to stick them in. His balls were toast. His cock looked like a wiener that been on the grill too long and exploded. His butt was a bloody mess. And you could hear air leaking from all the holes in his neck when he breathed. It was great but it was a shame to waste the last few of the pyrotechnics.

     I got the bright idea to use safety pins to clip the stuff to his body wherever we wanted. I pinned a couple of the small; cherry bombs to his tits. Tricia picked up on the idea and pinned one under each of his arms. It was neat the way he still lurched and shrieked and tossed when we jammed those sharp long pins into his body. The boy had some fight in him. If we’d been a little gentler we probably could have kept him alive for days of lovely sadistic torture. But Trish and I both were in the mood for a good hard fast snuff. I think Pete was in that kind of mood too poor boy. He looked terrible. And sounded like he was so miserably he’d beg us to kill him if his throat wasn’t ruined.

   That thought gave me the idea for where to put the last Big Bad Banger. We had some old rusty pliers with us. I used those to grab his tongue so I could pull it out of his fucked mouth. I stretched it out as far as I could and Tricia used a pin to secure the last of our fireworks to Peter’s sloppy wet red tongue. It wasn’t ideal but we had limited options with our boy so messed up already. Tricia of course milked the last placement for all it was worth. The little vixen! She kept jamming that pin in and out of Peter’s tongue. She must have pierced that kid’s tongue forty times before she pinned the big cheery bomb to him.

    We lit him up of course. Since this was supposed to be the end, the grand finale, we used out lighters and burned Pete all over before we set off the fuses. Tricia worked his legs and feet. I did his arms and stomach. We kept burning him and leaning over to steal kisses from each other until Pete’s body was mostly blackened flesh. Or exploded, blown apart body parts. By then the boy was pretty weak. He didn’t have long so we flicked our lighters one last time and put flame to use and lit Peter up. It was awesome! The best Fourth of July display ever! He jerked and his body went into rapid convulsions. It was funny to watch the sparklers stuck in his eyes send their cascades of hot fiery sparks down on our boy’s face and eyes and chest. Oh how he howled.

    And when those big cherry bombs went off under his arms his hands flew out and his elbows started to twitch and flap like Pete was some sort of crazy chicken boy it was just hilarious. Then the firecrackers pinned to his tits exploded. It didn’t really blow holes in his chest or anything. They weren’t powerful enough for that. But they did shred his nipples. And it did blow away most of the flesh around his titties  and leave our boy with a burned and blackened chest. I found a nice strong branch and whacked the boy in the ribs several times. It just seemed like the right thing to do. I heard a nice crunch and he shrieked a bunch so I think I broke at least one of the man’s rib. It was neat! I liked it!

    Finally it all overwhelmed Pete. When the firecrackers stuck up his nose and the bomb pinned to his tongue all exploded practically at the same time his head snapped, he screamed through his fucked up throat and mouth and he stopped breathing. I’m pretty sure he could still see. Tricia and I leaned over him and smiled at him and said we’d really enjoyed the how he’d put on for us. I like to think that in his last seconds of life he saw us and heard us and was thinking about what we’d done to him for no good reason other than we’re two sadistic bitches who like to have our cruel fun no matter what it costs the guys we torture.

    It was obvious he was really done. Tricia and I were so incredibly horny we got down on the ground and had ourselves a nasty little sex party. It was frenzied, our mouths and hands and fingers exploring every crack and hole and crevice in each other’s bodies. For a long time the two of us were intertwined on the ground writhing and thrashing and fucking in the most dirty, sexy, lewd way imaginable. We’re such cruel and nasty girls! I love that about myself and my lover. I hope we never change.

     After we did the gentle loving nurturing sex thing too. Like always Tricia and I feel so close and intimate after a good snuff. It was after, when we’d both OD’d on ecstatic sex that I made a vow to Tricia that I was going to snuff twenty five boys before my twenty fifth birthday. Sure, it’s silly in a way. I man I’m only seventeen. I’ve snuffed four boys now starting with my step dad almost three years ago. I should be happy about that. How many girls my age get to have that much fun that young. But I figure I deserve to have as much fun as I can. So I’m doing nineteen more boys in the next eight years. That’s more than two a year. Sometimes that seems like a lot to ask and other times it seems like I should be allowed to snuff a boy every week if I wanted. Now wouldn’t that be a perfect world. Maybe someday. A girl can always dream.

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Entry Five:  Sunday September 5 1993

Fun in a Hot Tub

     Two months ago Tricia and I had ourselves a heck of a July Fourth holiday. We jammed firecrackers and other pyrotechnic devices up every crevice and hole of this scrumptious boy named Peter something or other and lit him up. Jesus that was fun! But it’d been two whole long months ago and I was lusting after doing another boy. Trish was too but she didn’t have it as bad as me.

    So yesterday afternoon I told Mom I thought I’d die if I didn’t get a chance to snuff a boy soon. She laughed cause it was funny saying I’d die if I couldn’t kill another boy. My living the good life depended on me killing sweet innocent boys. It was funny in a way. And true. But Mom’s good about things like that and she said our neighbor Mark Tilden was having another holiday party that night. Mom said if Trish and I played our cards right we could have some cruel fun with Mark. We knew he’d never married but rumor had it he fancied himself a ‘ladies’ man’. Men like that are so easy to seduce and fool.

     For the last couple years I’ve been teasing the man some so I knew he found me desirable. Hell, I’d pressed my gorgeous boobies against his chest and run my knee up between his legs often enough to see if he was hetero or homo. He responded all right. The man got a nice big boner every time I touched him. Mom knew all about that of course. She thought it was funny how easily I could manipulate the man. That’s why she suggested I think about doing Mark for my next snuff. She even told me how to pull it off. Well, I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I got Tricia and we got ready for Mark’s Labor Day party. Followed by our special snuff party.

    It was pretty simple really. We dressed real provocatively and I made sure to follow Mark every time he went into the kitchen. I teased than man unmercifully. He was all righteous at first, fending me off, telling me it wasn’t right. But men have no resistance when it comes to sex. Especially if a sexy seventeen year old fox like me is coming on to them. Anyway, while I got Mark all hot and bothered Tricia latched on to this kid who lived on the next street. He was like twenty or something and not bad looking. I’d have loved to snuff him but we needed him for an alibi.

    Here’s how it worked. We partied with the neighbors till about ten o’clock last night. Trisha and I both made a big deal about getting in the hot tube. We were going to drown Mark in there later and we wanted plenty of witnesses to tell the cops why our DNA was in the tube. It was easy. Everybody knew about Mark’s parties. Everybody brought swimsuits and got in his enormous hot tub. That sucker holds ten people at once. Or two sadistic girls and one snuffable man.

    We played in the tub. I managed to get my toes between Mark’s legs so I could fiddle his cock a couple of times and everybody seemed to be having a wonderful time. About ten last night after the first few guests  left for home we did too. Trish and me and Rick all left together and made a conspicuous exit. Rick’s the boy Trish seduced for our alibi. We left cause we knew Mark’s party would go on another couple hours and we wanted all the neighbors to know we’d left kind of early. So there’d be plenty of people to tell the cops that Mark was alive and happy way after Trish and I were gone.

     Mom did her part. She kept refilling Mark’s drink for the next couple hours so he’d get good and drunk and stupid. Mom’s good at that. She can get a man drunk enough to impair his judgment and his motor skill but not so drunk he passes out. There’s no fun in torturing a man who’s not awake to truly experience all the delicious pain a girl’s giving him. So Mom set Mark up while Trish and I took Rick to my house . We fucked that boy silly. He had a decent cock. And he stayed hard for us too. Maybe because Trish and I put on a little lezbo show for the fool. It was actually kind of a great fuck really. If I wasn’t such a cruel sadistic bitch it would have satisfied me completely. But I am what I am. And I had a man to snuff. So I was happy but not quite satisfied.  If anything the fantastic sex riding Rick’s cock just made me want to snuff a boy more. Anyway, we made sure Rick would remember the fucking part of the evening. We got him drunk too. And rolled three joints for our weed happy boy. The idea was to give him the fuck of his sweet young life and then have him pass out so we could leave. And then we could go see Mark one last time after all his other guests had gone home. It couldn’t have worked any better than it did. Rick was totally out of it by 1am.

    We grabbed some supplies and snuck down to Mark’s house to wait till the last guest left. After Mr. And Mrs., Doyle from down the street left we gave it ten minutes to make sure they hadn’t forgot something and doubled back. Then Trish and I stayed in the shadows and sauntered into the backyard. Mark was right where he was supposed to be, tipsy and staggering around collecting glasses and trash and shit. I pulled off my tee shirt, ran up to him with my perky seventeen year old boobs bouncing just right and grabbed his hand and whispered in his ear that he should get in the hot tub with us cause Trish and I wanted to fuck. I started pulling his swim trunks off. He didn’t need any more prompting than that. He followed me right to the hot tube, our chosen killing zone.

    That’s when the real fun started. As soon as we were all in that big tub I wrapped my legs around Mark’s body from behind him making sure I got his arms trapped. Trish sat on his lap and her weight combined with mine pushed all of us under water. But we were sitting on the man so our heads were about eighteen inches above his. It was wonderful. His piggy little face was under water but ours weren’t. We could see him staring up at us, his eyes wide, a silly grin on his face. At first. When he started running out of breath his grin turned into more of a grimace. Then a silent shout as he struggled and tried to get to the air. Trish and I laughed, kissed and kept him under until he stopped fighting so much.

    It’s a delicate thing judging just when a man’s on the edge of death. I’m still learning. But that first time Tricia and I got it just right. We grabbed the sides of the tub and used out legs to lever Mark’s head out of the water. Tricia had to slap him half a dozen times but finally he coughed, sputtered and sucked in a huge breath of air. We let him catch three or four breaths and when he started to ask what the fuck we were doing we pushed him under water again. It was fabulous! He fought even harder this time. And that old fart lasted longer this time too. I guess anger and fear and pain are good for a man’s resolve. But Tricia and my legs proved stronger than Mark’s resolve. We drowned our unhappy host a second time. And I think Trish had an orgasm doing it. I know I got close.

    We didn’t want to slap the man anymore cause that’d leave marks. No sense giving the cops anything to suspect it wasn’t just some drunken home owner drowning in his expensive hot tub. But he was having trouble getting his breathing going again. But we were prepared. Mom had warned us our victim might not recover so good after multiple drownings. So I snapped one of those ammonia capsules under his nose. Trish grabbed a handful of his hair and shook his head back and forth and Mark started to revive some. While he was still groggy Tricia got off him and got the other supply we’d brought with us. It was a roll of saran warp. Only it was the commercial kind used to wrap furniture and stuff.  We wrapped a ton of the stuff around Mark’s body so his arms were pinned to his sides and his legs were bound together at the ankles. We wrapped a couple layers around his face too so his mouth was covered. It be easier to drown him now. We could try all kinds of positions and wicked things on the man.

     Tricia and I shared a cigarette and, well, the water was sooooo nice and we’d gotten kind of stimulated drowning Mark like that we just couldn’t help it. I wrapped my legs around Tricia and kissed my best girlfriend. She kissed back. Hard! One thing lead to another and we found ourselves in that common position, my hand working its way inside her cunt and her fingers probing deep into my cunt. I checked on Mark while my girl and I made love. His eyes never left us. And even though the tub’s jets were off the water was churning and bubbling from me and Tricia fucking each other. So I couldn’t exactly see his dick but I rubbed my leg between Mark’s legs and he had one hell of a boner! It was bigger than when I’d first led him into the tub. Mom said men get big and hard when they’re strangled and smothered. And she was right. Mark’s cock was almost as big and hard as Rick’s had been.

    It seemed a shame to let that lovely prick go to waste so Trish and I took turns riding the man. We weren’t worried about DNA. We’d legitimately been in the pool in front of a dozen witnesses just a few hours ago. And the water was hot and we planned on leaving Mark’s dead body floating in that hot bubbly water after we snuffed him so our cunt juice should all get washed off his big fat dick long before anybody but us knew the man was dead. It was perfect. And he was near perfect. He stayed hard long enough for Trish and I to both fuck him till we climaxed. He even stayed hard when we took turns mounting him and fucking him while we pushed his head under and made him breathe water and we drowned him over and over again. I liked it. A lot.

    We tortured Mark till an hour before sunrise. We wanted to get out of there under cover of dark. So all in all we had about four hours of wicked fun with him. My next snuff is going to last longer. I got spoiled the first time when I tortured my Dad for three days before I set him on fire and killed him. God that was fun! But the quick and intense snuffs have their own kind of rhythm and thrill too. Hell, I’m not going to turn down the chance to torture a guy to death even if I only get an hour or less to do it.

    Drowning a man in his own hot tub is amusing in a way. We’d push Mark’s head under and he’d look up at us through the water and he’d look so sad and afraid and hurt. In the middle of our time together, maybe from about three am till four, Tricia and I just kept holding his face right below the surface. Sometimes the water would slosh just right and he could get a quick breath. Other times he’d be sucking in some precious lifesaving air and a little wave would wash over his head and he’d get water down his nose and his throat and sometimes even into his lungs. It had to hurt. He’d shriek into the plastic warp over his mouth and we’d hear his grunts and screams and curses and we’d laugh of course. It’s hard to explain but making him suffer as much as possible is what this kind of play is all about. Trish and I are getting god at it too. Best of all when we do it right and a man gets to the point where he’d rather we just go ahead and snuff him, well that’s when my lover and I get really hot. It is so fucking erotic to know you’ve done that to a guy. And you get to enjoy keeping him in that hellish state for hours if you choose to.

    Because ultimately that’s what it’s all about for me. Choice. Getting to decide when a man breaths and when he suffers and when he dies. I was born sadistic. My Mom and Aunt and Grand Mommy were all born that way too.

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Entry Six:  Sunday December 26 1993

I Saw Mommy Snuffing Santa Claus

      Yesterday was one of the best Christmas mornings ever. I came down and under our tree were four gorgeous young men all naked and cuffed and gagged and with big red bows tied stuck on their pricks. My Mom and Grandma Decker had gone out and gotten four lovely boys for us to enjoy. By us I mean me and my BFF and lover Tricia, my Mom and her Mom, my Grandma Decker. You have to love my grandma. She’s sixty eight years old and she still loves to snuff boys. I hope I still like to have my wicked fun in about fifty years when I’m that old. I’m pretty I will. Snuffing boys is the best fun ever!  I can’t see how it’ll ever get old. Yesterday I could hardly wait to get started on my special Christmas treat. I thanked my Mom and Grandma first though. I know it’s not easy collecting four pretty boys for a snuff party. And keeping it secret from me too. My Mom’s the best.

    Tricia lives with us now. She moved in right after she and I snuffed our Dads three years ago. Mom got herself appointed Tricia’s legal guardian until Trish is eighteen. My girlfriend’s eighteenth birthday was four months ago but she’s still living here. We’ll both be starting at Temple University next fall and we’re probably going to get out own apartment off campus. Lord knows we can both afford it. Tricia got a butt load of insurance money and pension money after she tortured her Daddy to death and Mom let me keep most of Daddy’s life insurance money.

     Mom’s been married a bunch of times. All her husbands wind up dead.  She didn’t need my last Daddy’s insurance money that bad. He left her four million in his retirement account. Mom marries for money. She kills for it too. So far I’m just snuffing guys just for the fun of it. And it is fun. Trust me on that. It’s better than sex in lots of ways. But it’s best when you can fuck your best girl and snuff a man at the same time. That’s exactly what Tricia and I did yesterday and long into last night. Santa came to the Ryan’s house last night. He left four cute little elves for four wicked women. Now four elves are dead and four sadistic women are glowing in utter and complete content. Merry Christmas world.  And I’ll bet this new year is going to be better than ever.

  My guy had light brown hair. Trish got the curly black haired boy. Mom took the one with long, straight dark hair and my Oma Decker got the blond headed guy. My Grand mommy has a thing for blond haired boys. It reminds her of the Great War when she was the Mistress of a prison camp commandant. My then teenaged grand mommy Bridgett got to snuff hundreds of prisoners during those years. She always got a special thrill when one of the young German privates tried to desert and they caught him and brought him back to camp. The sentence for desertion was death. And grand mommy’s submissive commandant slut lover always gave the poor stupid deserter boys to Grand Mommy. She got to spend days torturing them before she killed them. So she likes blond headed boys who remind her of those happy times.

Mom finished her boy first. She’s got a new husband to play with and since she’s already turned my current step Dad into her obedient slut slave Mommy let him watch as she whipped her Christmas boy toy to death. My Mom knows whips like nobody else I know. She’s deadly with a single tail. As her present from Santa found out. Mommy actually cut the boy’s balls off with her whip. She must have whipped that kid for an hour. She landed more than a hundred blows on his crotch and it probably took several dozen of those vicious blows to slash away the kid’s ball sack. Mom used her lighter to burn her boy after every five or six slashes just to slow the bleeding down. But she kept at it and we all cheered when Mom’s whip whistled through the air that last time and there was that wonderfully loud crack and the boy’s balls dropped to the floor. Then Mommy started on his cock.

He screamed of course. The girls all laughed and cheered and drank our spiked hot chocolate and smoked our Christmas cigars and had ourselves a very merry and jolly time. The other three boys, still tied up nice and tight, were in a panic. Trish had her boy’s head clamped between her legs and he was squirming and thrashing and squeaking every time she let him breath. My wonderfully wicked almost seventy year old Granny was jacking off her boy. Of course she’d jammed a Christmas tree ornament down his pee hole before she started. It was one of those long thin glass icicles. When she started the boy even managed to get an erection for her. Grandma Decker likes loves playing with big hard cocks. She still fucks them too. Maybe she’s not as vigorous as me and Trish but my Granny knows how to have fun.

I’d bent my boy over my lap. I’d torn off a limb from our tree. It was on the bottom and in the back so it didn’t show. The tree still looked pretty. Anyway, it was about eighteen inches long and it had lots and lots of little branches just full of wonderfully sharp pine needles. It was a Fraser fir. I’d twisted all the short finger like branches around the main branch until I had what amounted to a foot and a half bottle brush. Well of course I had to see how the thing fit up inside my boy’s ass. He didn’t like it. I did though. He went insane when I rammed that thing up inside him. Once I had a good six inches thrust up his crap hole I started to poke it in and out, in and out. Like I was reaming him out. Which I was of course. God how he screamed. For a while there we had a real Christmas chorus going on with four naked little boys shrieking and screaming at the top of their lungs.

Mom didn’t slice her boy’s dick off with her whip. But she cut it up pretty good. Honest, Mom’s a genius with a whip. She spent the next hour working on the kid’s legs and stomach and back and arms. He was a mess when she finished. All covered in bloody welts and cuts. Mom had done a crisscross pattern on his body. It fit in with the holiday spirit we were all in. We were all laughing and hugging and playing rough with our boys. It was great. The hot chocolate was spiked with rum and we were all getting really happy. That was good for the girls but it meant none of the boys was going to survive the day. You can’t put four women as sadistic as us together with four boys then mix in some rum and chocolate and expect us to show restraint. It was Christmas. We’d all been naughty girls all year long. Very naughty girls. This was our reward. And we made the most of it.

Mom finished her boy off while the rest of us watched and tormented our own boy toys. It was neat how she did it all with her whip. The kid was getting kind of worn out and his head was hanging down. Mom used an underhand motion and with a single blindingly fast flick of her wrist she caught the kid smack in the left eye with the deadly tip of her single tail. It was beautiful! Really! His head snapped up, you could see his ruined eye hanging half out of its socket, he let out this ungodly shriek and we all started laughing so hard I almost peed my pajamas. So I pushed my boy to the floor, pulled down my pajama pants, straddled his head and used my little boy as a toilet. I saw Trish do the same thing to her boy. We’d both had so much hot cocoa our bladders were overflowing. I wonder if my piss tasted like chocolate and rum to my boy.

When Mom flicked that kids eyeball right out of his head Grandma Decker got so excited she bent her boy’s cock and broke the glass icicle ornament jammed down the kid’s pee hole. Then she started to pound on that boy’s dick until she’d smashed the glass inside his urethra into a million pieces. Some blood oozed out his pee hole. And he lost his hard on. Poor thing. He was going to die with a limp prick. I snickered at him as Oma Decker dumped him on the floor and went over to Mommy’s toy.

Grandma got behind Mom’s kid and grabbed a handful of his hair with each of her hands. She held the boy’s head steady while Mom aimed the whip for the other socket.  Bull’s eye! Literally. Mom flicked the boy’s other eye out of his head as easily as if she was pulling a cigarette from the pack. Which she proceeded to do. Her boy toy was blind and his lower body was probably dumb from the hundreds of devastating whip welts Mom had left on him but he could still feel pain. Mom touched the hot coal of her cigarette to her Christmas present’s cheek. When he jerked his head his eyeballs jiggled back and forth. Mom used her lighter to burn away the last of the tissue keeping the boy’s eyes attached to his head and we all roared with laughter when they hit the floor. Grandma Decker picked one up and shoved it in the boy’s mouth.

Mom popped the kid in the mouth and he swallowed his own eye. Trish and I were all over each other. We started with my lips on her cunt and her lips on my nipples but we were licking and probing and kissing so hard and so fast it was hard to tell who was doing what to who. Hell, I may have even licked my own titties a couple times. I know my fingers found my slit anytime Tricia’s mouth or hand left an opening.

Mom didn’t let up on her boy. She used her whip to cut at his neck. She hit that boy on the throat so many times so fast together it did something to the nerves or the muscles. He couldn’t make his throat work anymore. He couldn’t breathe! He tried. God how he tired! Blind, in excruciating pain, his balls and dick sliced off his body by dozens of whip lashes the boy still wanted to live. It was beautiful. His chest heaved, he kept making this wonderful croaking, rasping, guttural, tortured wheezed as he slowly choked to death. It must have lasted a good ten minutes. Mom never stopped whipping him, hitting him on the face, the neck, his chest, even across his ruined crotch. His body was twitching and convulsing like nothing I’d ever seen. It was a Christmas miracle! Mom’s boy was dancing the most delightful dance a boy can dance. Just for us. Just for Christmas. It was perfect.

I had a couple orgasms watching that kid suffer. And when his body heaved one last time in a huge convulsive thrust I had another powerful climax. Mom’s boy was dead. I looked at Trish and she was flushed and panting like I was. She’d had an orgasm too! And Granny Decker was lighting another cigar getting ready to snuff her own little blond headed boy. What a Christmas!

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Entry Seven:    Saturday April 16 1994

Two Delicious Little Boys

    Trish and I were out driving Friday night. We saw two boys walking by the road. It was dark, there were no houses of buildings nearby and no other cars were visible. So we stopped. We’re always ready to pick up boys now. Mom got us some heavy duty stun guns and we carry rope and gags and duct tape just in case. Well, we got a surprise when the boys got in the SUV. One of the kids was Tommy Wickham. He’s the little brother of Steve. Steve’s the guy Tricia and I played the choking game with a while back. He was my second snuff ever. Best of all Steve’s little brother Tommy found the dead body after we were done having out fun with it. So picking up the other Wickham kid Tommy was just too precious. Snuffing both the Wickham boys would be a real treat.

    I glanced at Trish and from her sly grin I could tell she had the same idea. Tommy’s fifteen now. I turned seventeen three months ago. Tricia and I did a twenty something year old boy a while back and we did my forty something year old neighbor just six months ago. I kind of like snuffing older guys cause they’re stronger and they fight back more and they usually have bigger cocks. I do love to torture big hard dicks. But Tommy and his buddy were right here and it was a clean snatch so what the hell, I could satisfy my lust for snuff with a little boy.

     We brought the boys to my house. Mom’s cool with Trish and me snuffing boys in the basement. She does it herself. Heck, we didn’t even have to stun Tommy or his friend Matt. We told them my Mom was out of town and we’d fuck them if they came back to my house. Works every time. Tell a boy he’s going to get fucked and he’ll follow you anywhere. Our two little hitchhikers followed me and Trish right into hell.

    The other kid’s name was Matt. And Matt sure had a big dick for a fifteen year old. It was at least nine and a half freaking inches long. I’ve fucked lots of guys, most college age or older. So I’ve had nice big ten and nine incher’s inside me. I even had an eleven incher sliding in and out of my pussy one weekend. And boy, those big’uns do feel good inside a girl  But this boy’s nine inch cock was special cause Trish and I were going to snuff its owner after we were  both done riding that lovely hard thing to a dozen or more orgasms.

“Let’s do Tommy first Mandy. He’s got a silly little dick. We can do him like we did his brother. Bet you didn’t know we strangled your brother Steven to death did your sweetheart. We took out time snuffing your big bro too baby. Just like we’re going to do you.”

    Trish and I liked teasing the guys we were going to torture and snuff. We had our boys tied nice and tight in the basement. They weren’t going anywhere. We could take our time. I even invited Mom down to help us play with our little sacrificial lambs. And that turned out great. Turns out she knew Matthew. He’d been in her Sunday school class. Mom teaches at the church cause it’s good cover. Who’s going to suspect a nice church going woman of snatching and snuffing those cute little boy Jesus lovers. Besides, you meet some of the nicest boys with the biggest cocks at church.

“Matthew. How nice to see you again. I’ve missed you in Sunday school the last few weeks. See what happens to little boys who don’t go to church sweetie. Now we’ll have to snuff you. After we hurt you a bunch first of course darlin.”

    The kid started crying when Mom said that. He sobbed and begged her to let him go and promised he’d go to Sunday school every week from now on. Trish picked up on the church theme and decided to nail Tommy to the Saint  Andrew’s Cross. Mom and I thought that was a lovely idea. So we did it to Tommy. He struggled of course but there were three of us. Trish picked up an electric stapler and pumped a dozen two inch staples into Tommy’s balls. That took enough fight out of him so I could hold his arm while Mom used a nail gun to punch a sixteen penny nail through the boy’s wrist right into the cross. Mommy put three nails through his forearm just to make sure he couldn’t pull free. Then she held his left arm and I nailed Tommy’s left wrist and arm to the wooden cross.

   Matt was watching all this and going nuts. So Trish stapled his balls to his leg. Tommy was struggling on the cross, kicking his legs something crazy. The nails held though and he couldn’t get free. We let the boy kick and scream and wear himself out. Trish took the nail gun and put two of those long nasty nails through Tommy’s left Achilles’ heel and nailed the boy’s leg to the cross. I did his other leg and finally we had Tommy hung from that wooden structure. He looked good. Good enough to snuff. Mom was really getting into teasing Matt about the whole Jesus thing. She told me later, after we set Matt on fire, that the boy was really devout, that he was a real freak about it. So brining in a religious theme to his snuff really pushed the kid’s buttons. I like that, pushing a boy’s buttons and fucking with their head while I snuff him. It adds to the fun.

   We took turns pushing staples into Tommy’s body. Phitt , phitt, phitt.  You just pull the trigger and it goes phitt and there’s another two inch staple stuck in the boy’s dick. Or through his lip. Or under one of his fingernails. Now that was fun, poking a steel staple under Tommy’s fingernails. God how he screamed. I must have done eight of his fingers and four of his toes. I loved his reaction. I’d never seen a boy’s body convulse like that. It was heavenly.

“See Matthew. Tommy’s getting crucified. What do you think that means Matt? Is Tommy holy? Or just a thief getting what he deserves?”

   Mom’s great. She has a knack for getting under a boy’s skin. Matt exploded in rage at her question. He yelled and cursed and said no boy deserves what we were doing to Tommy. Well, that got all of us laughing. Mom let Matt know we agreed with him. No boy deserved to get tortured like we were torturing Tommy. That was the whole point. Doing a ‘good’ boy like Tommy was so much sweeter  than doing some bully or some gang banger. Of course I was going to snuff plenty of those too. But taking the life of the young and innocent boys with bright futures and lots of dreams seems so wonderfully wicked. And wicked is what it’s all about when you’re a sadist.

   We ran out of the two inch staples. But we had plenty of those three and a half inch nails in the nail gun.  So we used those on Tommy. Mommy put one through his jaw. She pressed the nail gun against the underside of his jaw and let the boy have it. Bam! Just like that Tommy had a spike shoot up through the bottom of his mouth and into the roof of his mouth. It was hilarious. At first he couldn’t get his mouth open. But it hurt him so bad and he was screaming so hard the nail pulled out of the top of his mouth. Of course, every time he shut his

Mouth the pointy end of the nail poked him and hurt him. It was perfect. So Trish and I both put one of those nasty long nails through Tommy’s jaw and laughed our butts off at the way he shrieked and carried on.

    We made Matt watch it all. He was tied to a bed but there was a mirror tilted above him. At first Matt looked away. He couldn’t bear to watch his buddy getting hurt. Mom used her lighter on Matt’s balls and told him she’d burn them off  unless he watched. SO we tortured Tommy and Matt watched and if Matt closed his eyes or turned his head Mom or me or Trish would go over and burn him or pound his balls or stick needles through his dick or under his fingernails. The boy got the message. After half an hour Mom and I were using our cigarettes to burn Matt just for the fun of it. He had his eyes glued to the mirror and watched every second of the torture Trish was raining down on Tommy.

  After that we all got pretty excited. Well, Mom and me and Trish got excited. We got sexually aroused and sadistically over stimulated. Our two boys just got hurt. Then they got dead. It was a blast. We must have put fifty nails in Tommy. Mom got a board and we propped that behind the boy’s dick then we nailed his cock to the wooden board. I put six nails in that silly little boy sized penis myself. Mom did more than me and Trish, well that girl went kind of crazy with the nail gun. One of the best spots she picked was Tommy’s knees. God you should have heard him scream when those spikes went in. It was fabulous.

   We stayed away from his heart and lungs and things like his liver and kidneys till the end. But Mom did his throat. Pop! Pop! Pop! Just like that. Three nails into Tommy’s trachea.  His breathing got real ragged after that. It was funny to hear the air leaking out from the holes around the nails. I grabbed one and wiggled it real hard and made the hole bigger so Tommy’s neck whistled every time he exhaled.  It  must have hurt cause he lost all his color and his head drooped like he was asleep until Mommy snapped an ammonia capsule under his nose. What’s the fun of torturing a boy if he’s not clear headed and awake to know what you’re doing to him.

   We didn’t ignore Matthew of course. But we were going to play with him all week so we didn’t ruin his body with big nasty nails the way we did Tommy. Mom kept taunting Matt about the freaking religious/Jesus thing. She was getting to the boy too. Mom would burn Matt’s balls with her cigarette and then ask him if he still had faith. If the boy said yes Mommy burned him for a good five minutes more then asked him again. If he said no, he’d lost his faith then Mommy would still burn him and laugh how it didn’t matter what she did to him since there was no heaven, no hell. Poor little Mattie. Having his Sunday school teacher play so rough with his body and his head broke his spirit. And his friendship with Tommy. Mommy gave Matt a choice. She told him she’d let him rest if he begged her to snuff his friend Tommy. Mom and I burned his dick while Trish burned his tits.

    Within about five minutes Matthew was screaming that we should snuff Tommy. We kept burning our precious boy and teasing him about betraying his best friend just like Judas. That made Matthew sob so hard he had trouble catching his breath. We didn’t care. Mom pounded his balls and I pinched his lovely cock and Trish put her cigarette out on his lip while we all called the boy a traitor, a Judas and a worthless sack of shit. He got the message. I think he even started to believe those things about himself too just before he passed out from the pain and the shame.

   Tommy was kind of out of it what with all the nails and staples we’d put in his body. Mom gave him a shot of something that perked him right up and we started torturing him some more. First thing I did was nail his neck to the cross. I put the nail gin up against his throat and angled it carefully so I’d avoid the artery and his spine. We wanted him alive and kicking and feeling all the delicious torture we had planned for him. Bam! I shot a nail through his throat at an angle and about half an inch of the spike bit into the wooden cross. I put the gun on the other side of the poor boy’s throat and did the same thing. Bam! Bam! What the hell. I decided to put two nails in that side.

   When I finished Tommy’s head was held tight to that cross. He was nailed through his neck! It was fabulous. And his breathing got to be real ragged. He leaked air every time he inhaled and when he exhaled it was like listening to a trio of ill tuned flutes and clarinets. God that was funny.

   Trish started jacking Tommy off . Mom got a towel and told my lover to wrap it around the boy’s cock. She had an idea for where we could nail Tommy next.  The boy got hard despite his pain and despite the fact that the nails we’d put in his neck were starving his little boy body of oxygen and life. But he got a real nice boner. Tricia’s expert at jerking off boys. As soon as he was hard Mommy put the nail gun up against the head of Tommy’s cock. She was careful to make sure the  business part of the nozzle lined up with Tommy’s pee hole and then BAM! Mom shot a nail down Tommy’s dick. It was fantastic the way his body jerked and kept jerkign and twitching and convulsing.

   Trish kept jacking him off. Blood and cum and I don’t know what else oozed from the wonderful wound Mom had put in the end of the boy’s dick. I understood why Mommy wanted to wrap a big thick towel around Tommy’s cock before she shot a nail in it. When Trish took the towel off the head of the nail was sticking out of the side of Tommy’s cock, down near the base.  It looked awesome like that. The three and a half inch nail running down the inside of the boy’s dick kept it semi hard. Mom handed me th4e nail gun and I lined up a shot and BAM! Another nail went down Tommy’s pee hole. This one glanced off the first nail and poked out the other side of his mangled cock. Trish started giggling so hard she could barely hold the gun still as she lined up her shot. BAM! BAM! The girl put two in Tommy’s dick. One down his pee hole and the other through and through the side of his cock. Tommy didn’t have a boner anymore. He didn’t have much cock left anymore either.

   God it was so hot. I was practically having an orgasm just watching. Mom cupped my head in her hand, drew me in and kissed me. Deep, wet, long. She was feeling it too! I felt Tricia’s hand slid up my thing and into my cunt. Then we all lost it and fell into the spare bed. We must have made sweet love and fucked like crazy for an hour or more. I lost count of my orgasms and I know my Mom climaxed a dozen times. She shouted out the number each time she had an orgasm. Trish held up her end and had one of those delicious multiple orgasm that just take over your body and your mind. The girl’s body was writhing in ecstasy for ten minutes at least. It was good. Real good. And it wouldn’t have happened if Tricia and I hadn’t picked up those two delicious little  boys hitch hiking at the edge of town.

   Anyway, to make  along story about how three sadistic women had a marvelous time with two young boys short I’ll describe how we finally snuffed Tommy. After we’d fucked our brains out we were in the mood to snuff. Tommy was pretty far gone. We’d done some real damage with all those nails even though we’d intentionally avoided piercing him in any vital spots. But he didn’t have much time so we started nailing him where it hurt and where it did the most damage.

   Mom let me go first. I put a nail in his belly. I was aiming for his prostate but I’m pretty sure I hit his bladder. The dumb boy peed all over himself. Tricia hosed him off while Mom used her lighter on Tommy’s ear and I put more nails in the gun. Then it was Tricia’s turn.

   She pressed the nozzle of the gun against his right chest and squeezed the trigger. I think it hit a rib. Then it went through a lung. Tommy started to buck so violently he ripped out one of the nails in his right wrist. So Mom grabbed the gun and put two more nails through Tommy’s right forearm. Then she shot three nails in the boy’s left shoulder. And put four in the right one.  It was my turn again so I jammed the nail gun in Tommy’s crotch and pulled the trigger down and kept it down. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! I put four in him then moved the gun a little and shot four more nasty long nails into Tommy’s crotch. I was going to drive a nail in his goddamned prostrate even if it killed him. Fortunately it didn’t. He still had some life in him. But oh how he screamed! It was the loveliest sound I’d even heard.

   BAM! BAM! Mom put a couple nails in his side trying to get his liver. BAM! Tricia shot a nail in his chest. She pounded on the half inch of spike sticking out of the boy and he shrieked like a demon then passed out. She’d hit a rib and it was broken and the pain was too much for our poor little boy. I slapped him and Mom broke an ammonia capsule under his nose and Trish wiggled the nail sticking out of his chest. Tommy woke up shrieking and convulsing. He was much more fun awake and suffering.

   It was pretty clear he didn’t have much time left. Mom looked at me and laughed. Tricia handed me the nail gun. I put the thing on Tommy’s ass and pulled the trigger. I put a dozen nails in each butt cheek first. The nails went right in the muscle. A few even poked out a little in front, the point ends sticking out half an inch from the boy’s thigh. Tommy’s reaction was less and less satisfying with each nail. The boy was practically dead. But he still had a little life in him. I decided to snuff that little bit out.

   I positioned the nozzle of the nail gun against his anus and told Mom and Trish to get ready. They got on each side of Tommy and pressed themselves against him so they could feel his agony and know when the life left his silly body. I pressed the trigger and giggled as the nail shot up the boy’s ass and punctured something vital inside him. He shuddered and I shot another nail in him. Then I held that trigger down and BAM! BAM! BAM!

I shot a dozen nails straight up Tommy’s ass hole fast as I could. God his body moved nice for us. He arched his back; every muscle in the boy’s body seemed to contract so tight you wouldn’t believe. He shrieked the entire thirty seconds I ‘nailed’ him. Then there was a last violent heave, his eyes popped wide open, he opened his mouth and screamed one last time then all was still. He didn’t move. He didn’t make a sound. We’d snuffed him.

    Mom was the first to say anything. “You girls did good. That was fun. But God am I hungry.”

   So was I. It was about five in the morning. We’d been torturing Tommy and Matt for six hours. I was hungry but I was also satisfied. My spirit was soaring from the kill we’d just pulled off. Still, a girl’s got to eat. Matthew would keep. Mom and me and Tricia went upstairs. Mom made omelets, I fixed some English muffins and Tricia fried some bacon. We had a lovely breakfast. Mom and Tricia are in bed getting it on. I can hear Mommy screaming in ecstasy. Trish must me eating Mommy’s pussy. As soon as I finish this journal entry I’ll join my sadistic ladies. God it’s fun being me.