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Last thing I did before driving off was lean over the boy and lower his seat to its fully reclined position. Two minutes after I'd first spotted him I was pulling back onto the highway and headed home with my newest victim. I'd unscrewed the little light over the license plate before I left home. Somehow it made it more fun for me if the guy was scared."It'll pass baby. 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. 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? Any tighter and Id have cut off circulation to vital parts. I thought I even heard the words 'dear god, please no'. I wanted to see his reactions so I got on facing him. Although I must admit the kitchen was gettingpretty polluted. Getting to torture him that much in such a shortperiod of time was heavenly. There was a well andan outhouse and a creaky old oil furnace for winter. I looked back at Mom and smiled a dreamy smile as I slid my fingersin and out real fast and climaxed. Aunt Becky came over to stay with my brother Bobby while Mom and I went to the cabin to snuff Daddy. 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. Shed say all of us girls stayed home with my brother and cousin while the big grown up man went off fishing. So I had a lot of different names growing up.d said about her own Daddy months ago. Not as much as me I guess since I was fucking the older girl every chance I got. So both Mom and Aunt Becky thought it was a good idea to involve Trish. 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. The man new his wife was unspeakable cruel and he had to have suspicions that she meant to kill him one day. I pulled it tight to remove all the slack then snapped the chain securely to the dog collar. So I tried to keep him talking, get him involved with what was happening to him. While he was still chained up in the car I'd put fresh batteries in the training collar. It centered the massive, wicked dildo right on the boy's hole. 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! And I had him strapped down about as tight as you can strap a boy down. And his body, god how it writhed and bucked and even started to convulse. I'd have to find another swimmer if they were all this good. So I climbed up on the bench and straddled his chest with my legs. So we were trying to makethat happen just with our smoke. 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. Then Mom and I would both burn him and crush his balls twice asmuch as we'd been doing before. I almost wished Daddy would keeptrying to play possum. It was Dad's retreat from thehustle and bustle of running his chain of dry cleaning companies. I saw her looking at me funny and realized I'd slipped my hand between my legs and I was masturbating to thoughts of Daddy burning anddying and suffering so bad. A woman who loses three husbands to suspicious fires is a too obvious murder suspect. 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. They'd felt her huge dildos pounding up the butts countless times.s and her Dad had no idea what we were up to. We were going to set the men on fire just before they died andthe hot flames would destroy any evidence of the games wes too. It doesn't get much better than that.d encouraged him to think that.
I know two other Moms at my son's school who torture boys. And like me I figure they make their own opportunities when they can. He tried to scream but his jaw was locked up as wave after wave of delicious agony washed over his body. I laughed and shoved the gun between his legs again. After getting rid of that I went home and taught Frank a lesson he'd never forget. When I got bored with that I shoved my hand in as far as I could and started pinching things. The worst part is when I penetrated past your sphincter isn't it sweetie. So I get boy's whose sphincter muscle wears out after just a few thrusts of my fist in and out. I don't know what kind of exercises swimmer do but the kid had one of the tightest asses I'd ever fisted. I left one end poking out his butt so I could pull the wad out later. So prolonging their agony simply prolongs our pleasure. By the time I was done his tongue was hanging out of his mouth and he was drooling. I let him rest for a few seconds then hit him again with a head jerking jolt. All he could do was grunt and sputter as the agony overwhelmed his senses. And he really, really hated the training collar around his neck. And zapped him half a dozen times to let him know who was in control. So I stuck the hot end of my cigarette in the hole I'd just burned in his jeans. No, I mean how does it feel knowing I'm going to burn you like that over and over again. They never suspect a woman of doing things like this. I was learning to do this kind of kill so I could get away with it. I guess once she decided we were going to snuff Daddy she was finallyable to let herself go with him. That was probably the best part, getting to snuff Daddy as my first kill. We started the Friday night before Memorial Day and didn't finish with him until the next Monday afternoon. 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. His body started to flop and jerk and do all sorts of lovely things. He hadn't told any of his friends or his parents what he was up to. I wanted to make it look like my plumber friend had met up with a perverted sex maniac. I was being careful to leave as little evidence as possible. I'd never seen her be so cruel, even with the usual pain sluts she entertained down in thebasement. I pulled the end free and ran it through the posts in the head rest. I liked to get intimate with my boys when I tortured them. I hate to break it to you like this but you might not make it baby. Frank setup a fake company, bought the place and I'm still using it today more than a dozen years later. When he saw my new fucking machine jimmyslut started to hyperventilate. I cut and burned his pants off and just ripped his shirt from his body. There were no clothes for him here, no way to hide his body from me. Put a three inch diameter dildo on the thing and you wouldn't believe how loud you can make a boy scream. His butt hole was completely exposed and his cock and balls dangled off the edge of the bench. I don't film all my boys but jimmyslave already seemed special. But just to make sure I anchored the fucker to jimmyslut's bench with two steel rods custom made for just such a purpose. You'll know better the next time we fuck your butt. I'm going for eight inches of penetration right away. He was already shaking so hard even his ass hole was bouncing around. It's some sort of electronic brain that can control the speed and the depth of the fuck. His screams started to sound more like an animal's than anything human. And that's what it was all about, me having a fantastic time at my slut's expense. Mom said it didn'tcount if he passed out but his heart didn't stop. They knew exactly how my Aunt plannedon dealing with them. Mom gave Tricia one and the three of us went to fetch her Dad. He spassed out so Mom and I could jam our stun guns in his crotch and let the man have a good long jolt. 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 Doing our Dads at the cabin was marvelous. Mom said we could do just about anything we wanted except break bones. 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. The chain I'd cuffed his feet to went under the seat and up the seat back to a Velcro strap. I'd keep a boy there for a day or two but I decided not to snuff them at home. So I spent the next four days with a realtor looking for a play space and eventually found the old warehouse. And nobody's come snooping around to see what's going on inside. I'd stripped his clothes off when I'd unloaded him from the SUV. And an excellent way to impress a boy with just how hopeless his situation is. Fifteen minutes of hard butt fucking and the boy was incoherent. Just because I wanted to have a little fun with a virgin. I was fitting the massive dildo on my fuck machine. I had his ankles cuffed to an overhead frame so his legs were spread real wide. 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. " Before I moved the machine over I setup the video camera. I was going to call her and tell her all about jimmyslut. I can raise the wheels once it's in place and the whole machine settles down nice and solid on big rubber feet. So I used a feature I had added to my fuck machine. 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. And from the way all the boys react I Jimmylut did good on what I like to call the wild pony ride. Itwas after midnight and we were just getting started on him. She snuck up behind him and let his have it in the neck. 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. One piece was about two feet long and two inches in diameter. My instincts said keeping my sadistic nature hidden was vital. His eyes were cloudy, his lips were purple and he had no pulse. And we played a lot more games with Dad that night.
If something goes wrong I can torch the place to destroy any evidence. I'd made a mistake letting Charlie into my basement without first making sure all my toys were hidden. I dragged the man's body into the back of his truck through the gap in the seats. I was sure I'd have to find another man pretty soon so I could strangle him real slow.s consuption. I was laughing as I put my loot in another plastic bag then checked on Charlie one last time. 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. I must have had a dozen orgasms just fromthat one little game.
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. And I loved the way his legs kicked and jerked when I shocked him. He was at risk of losing his scholarship if his grades didn't improve. They were both about drained and we were still fifteen minutes from my play space. Then I checked the truck to make sure I hadn't left any clues. He was looking up at me, his eyes dead, his skin all pale, his mouth distorted in a silent scream. Only then did I put on the jeans and blouse and sandals I'd brought with me. I went back to the plumber's truck and poured the gas over the dead man and splashed a bunch in the truck. 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. Then she'd call one of her subbies and a couple hours later he'd come over to remove the 'trash' from the basement. Ever since we'dstarted sharing our favorite fantasies about the most fun was to snuff Daddymy Mom and I had gotten closer. 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. And that's what I like best about taking a boy's life. We hurt him some more just for fun then Mom chained him to the steel postin the basement.
It was fun watching his body contort and twist the way it did. He'd decided to use the long Thanksgiving weekend to hitch hike to see a girl he met at a party weeks ago. There's not much you can do to a boy while you're driving by yourself. I'd had two fully charged units when I stopped to pick Jimmy up. 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. I don't mean the cigarette burning between your legs hon. So I poked the pipe around inside Charlie's dead body a dozen times. The plastic bag was clear and I could see his face while I went through his pockets. I put that bag in another plastic bag, tied it off then heaved the whole thing in the trunk. I suspected Mom had snuffed men before butshe'd never really said that. Snuffing my own father made itall that more intimate. Wedidn't hurt him like we were hurting Dad but we tortured that whimpylittle boy until he beggedus to stop.
Unless you count what I do to my sons Tommy and Billy. His feet were cuffed and attached by a chain to a collar around his neck. Given the dark and the rain and the remote location I was pretty sure nobody saw me. 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. So I'd had to leave some slack in the leather straps. He wouldn't stay that way fort long, not with what I planned on doing to him. He was still banging his head against the bench in a frenzy. But the boy was suffering so, and his eyes held such fear and such pain. At the end it was just one long continuous climax for me. Besides, my Mom had good ideas about how best to torture men and get away with it. And thinking of her as family gave me an idea.s money and insurance and mostly how much Tricia would enjoy torturing the man to death. All we had to do was see if Trish was up for it and if her Dad was available. Turns out my sex crazed sadistic lover was eager to join in the fun. My girl Trish knows how to have a good time with a guy. I lead him to believe I wouldnt let her go all the way with him and actually snuff him.
His hands were cuffed behind him and wrapped around behind his seat. And then you and I can have all sorts of fun together. 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.""Sure baby. 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. 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. Even so, he screamed real nice every time I pressed the trigger and sent a trillion volts of electric up his ass. And I wanted those parts fully functional and able to feel pain when I tortured him. Especially ones like jimmyslut who are so sensitive and aware of what's going on. Once I was settled in I slid up toward his head until my crotch was pressed tight against his neck. But this time it looked like he'd really passedout even if his heart didn't stop. 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. After my oigasm Mommy leaned over and kissed my forehead. I mentioned to Mom that my lover Trish Deering wanted to get rid of her Dad too. And she knew Trish and I had almost snuffed that homeless guy a month ago when wet share all the exciting details of how I hurt my boys. But Mom and Aunt Becky recognized a kindred spirit when they met one. Best of all itd seem more likely that two men went to the cabin together to do some fishing than if my Dad just went by himself. My brother and cousin hate sucking each others to pick up her and Mr. But I made sure Daddy always felt that I was more sympathetic than Mom.
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. 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.