Sandy has been corresponding with him on line for several weeks, under the name of Heather. He's into some really kinky stuff on-line, calling himself The Mutilator, and she has been really getting turned on by the stories he has sent to her. Now he wants to meet in person; he says he will be visiting a small town outside of Dallas and that she should visit him in his motel room.
She masturbates for hours ahead of time, thinking about the things he said he would do to her. Then she showers, dresses as he has instructed, and gets into her car. She has told no one where she will be tonight.
She drives to the motel, which has a strip of eight bungalows. The vacancy sign burns brightly as she pulls up, but she doesn't plan on checking in anyway. He has told her which room is his, and she finds the door quickly.
Sandy trembles with anticipation as she stands before the doorway. She can hear loud rock music playing inside, and knows it is to muffle what is to come.
She has dressed in only a raincoat and spike high heels, as he requested, and she opens the front of the coat so that her lithe, naked body is fully exposed. Her nipples begin to thicken with blood, and she looks down at them briefly, watching them sprout from her small breasts. He has told her what he would do to them, on-line, and her trembling is difficult to restrain as she knocks on the door.
He opens it. He is about three inches taller than her, in her heels, with an athletic build. He wears only black pants and a mask which covers his face completely but for his eyes, and nothing else. In his right hand, he holds two coils of rope; in his left, he has a pair of open handcuffs.
"Step inside, turn around, and put your hands behind your head", he says....
She is perfect. I have been looking forward to meeting Heather for weeks, and now the moment has arrived. She comes inside, turning around and lacing her fingers across her skull. I close the door with the hand holding the rope, and quickly cuff her wrists with the other.
She is trembling fiercely, and I spin her around to face me. Gripping her by her shoulder, I shaker her, watching her breasts bobble and her nipples grow even larger than the pinkie-sized knobs they were when she entered. Her eyes close, then open again, locking with mine as I look up from her mammaries and say:
"I hope you're ready for this. I know I am!"
I lead her to the platform I have set up, with the bench behind it, and help her up onto it so that she is kneeling three feet off the ground. I undo the handcuffs, and pull the raincoat from her, leaving her buck naked except for her shoes. Cuffing her wrists again, I throw the coils of rope over the chained bar with which I've replaced the overhead lighting fixture, and secure them over her so that they hang down right in front of her heaving twin tits.
Heather looks confused, until I take a pair of meat hooks off of the dresser and attach them to the ends of the ropes, leaving the points resting about an inch below each of the two mounds of flesh on her chest. This is what she knew would happen. She is prepared to meet a horrifying end.
I drop my pants, and her eyes bulge at my throbbing, ten-inch rod, jutting erect. I, in turn, ogle her girlish, sweat-covered breasts, and the curly black hair-covered pubes rudely. I can't restrain myself any longer, so I push between her bent legs and thrust my penis into her vagina.
Heather's cunt lips are dry, but the interior of her reproductive tube is slimy with her juice, and I ejaculate almost immediately, so hot am I to have this naked woman willingly face sexual mutilation.
She shudders, groaning as I grip her shoulders and continue to pound our crotches together, and I can tell that she feels my phallus spraying inside her. I move my hands to her little mammaries, pinching tightly and pulling on her dark aureoles, making her gasp and then moan. I feel her vagina spasm in sympathetic orgasm, and I know she has been anticipating this for hours.
My penis is still hard, but I withdraw from her anyway. Now it is time to begin.
I take the sword from where it lies on the bed, and kneel down in front of her, so that my eyes are level with her cum-dripping crotch. The lever which will release the platform is within easy reach, and I grab it with my left hand as I grip the hilt so that the blade's point is upright, positioned directly below Heather's hairy pubes, pointed between her labia.
I look up into her eyes, and they are filled with panic, as if at the last minute she is having second thoughts....
This brings maniacal laughter from my lips as I pull the lever, and Heather emits a horrified, involuntary screech as she plunges downward.
She looks down at the pair of rising breasts as her body starts to fall, and she frantically tries to lean back, but not fast enough to avoid them being skewered by the meat hooks, squarely through. She continues to fall, and her cunt is pierced by the sword, but the ropes pull taught after about six inches, leaving her dangling by her tits and impaled by the sharp steel blade, her toes about a foot from the floor.
I step back and watch as she twitches, her legs flailing, trying to reach the ground, moving so that she can see her hanging, nude body jerking in the mirror over the dresser. Her tiny waist twists, and I can see the edge of the blade carve off first one labial lip and then the other. This causes her to emit a continuous, desperate scream, even as she experiences multiple orgasms, and I turn up the boom-box.
I start to pump my dick with my left hand while yanking the blade out of her cunt with my right, stroking the edge so that it cuts her clitoris cleanly in half, bringing a shriek of even higher pitch. Her eyes roll wildly, then focus on me as she continues to wail, and I am so stimulated that I start to rape her ravaged, bloody cunt again, thrusting my penis in and out of her in long, slamming strokes. Her left shoe flies off, and then the right, so that now Heather really has nothing on but the skin in which she was born.
Her screams become groans, punctuated by the rhythm of my raping her, and I say:
"Having fun, Sandy? Now it is time to really give it to you!"
Heather's breasts are supporting her entire weight, stretched obscenely upward by the meat hooks, so that her nipples are almost touching her chin. I slap them repeatedly, and then twist the hooks so that the holes stretch. Then I take the sword and begin to slice off her right nipple a thin piece a time, continuing to rape her so that each thrust accompanies another cut to the tip of her tit.
As I am about to cum again, I yell:
"No more tits for you, whore!"
I start shooting a huge hot wad into her shredded vagina, and simultaneously I swing the sword so that it slices off both of her mammaries back to the ribcage. Heather screams with insane terror and pain, her eyes locked on her small, dangling, severed tits spinning on the swinging hooks as she falls backwards, my spraying penis sliding out of her bleeding hole.
Her chest sprays blood, and blood drips from her hanging breasts, covering us both. She shifts her stare from her tits to look up at me, and says:
"Kill me...Please...Kill me now..."
I stand over her, my penis dripping cum and her blood, and laugh.
"One more atrocity, you stupid female refuse."
I sit on her paralyzed legs, my shrinking sexual organ rubbing across her thigh, and start to carve into her stomach. When I am done, she has
"I AM A CUNT"
cut into her abdomen and crotch, so that the word "cunt" stretches across her pubic patch. I grab her by her long black hair and lift her head so that she is looking with what sanity remains at the words I have engraved in her flesh. I thrust the sword up into her cunt again, this time burying it two feet into her, slicing through her g-spot, piercing Heather's cervix and then her uterus and finally her heart. I let go of the sword and let her squirm on it, and reach up to strangle her.
"Good-bye, Sandy."
She stares into my eyes, and experiences the ultimate female death orgasm, convulsing for several minutes before she finally dies. I cut off her head, hands and feet, and leave her mutilated, naked body to be found by the cleaning woman the next morning. I masturbate with her head for a few days, shoving my penis repeatedly in past her thickened tongue, and then finally burn her extremities....
The End
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