EXTRACT FOR
TABOO UNTIL YOU SCREAM
(Kim Hardwick)
Excerpt from She Cries For Mercy:
I return to where she's strapped, and shake my head in wonder at the sight greeting me. Mandy, the retard, has actually taken a piss on the cross. She looks at me and giggles. "Sorry Marcus, I couldn't hold it in and you didn't give me a chance to powder my nose."
My bile got stuck in my throat. I wasn't facing a young brunette with a petite frame and luscious hips and erect nipples, no I was facing a fucking swine; a malodourous sack of shit.
And I have found that the best way to treat said sacks of shit is with pain.
EXTREME PAIN
"Mandy, sweetheart, why didn't you mention it to me; you know, it's really rude for an adult to have an accident on a friend's domicile. In fact, such acts fill me with rage. So much rage, that after I am done with you, I am not only going to break off our relationship, I am going to call a cab and have the cab take your filthy, ill-bred ass out of here." Best to be direct when dealing with sluts.
"What the fuck do you mean, Marcus? What is wrong with you, you fucking psycho! That's it, I'm tired of kissing your ass. This is it, you fucking homo! Loosen these restraints and I'll get an Uber car myself." She was exhibiting her usual drunken rage. Stupid alcoholic cow. I am going to have fun slaughtering her nipples.
I take two nipple clamps and snap them on her exposed nipples, then loop a rope around the O rings to the clamps and then walk away from her and towards the opposite wall. I loop the two ropes around a pipe and make a knot after assuring myself that the ropes were so taut, her nipples were almost being ripped out.
"Easy Tiger, that's kind of painful; fun but painful!" Stupid drunk, she's giggling and apparently, likes the pain. No matter, the night is still young.
I assemble my trusty toys: the flogger, the bullwhip, the cane (Indonesian Education Ministry standard), a spray bottle full of lemon juice, battery powered cattle prod, three sticks of red wax and my horse dildo attached to a pole with four vibrators taped to it. This will be a memorable night, indeed.
"You bitch; you're going to get what's coming."
"Marcus, I love it when you talk dirty!"
WACK
"OUCH! THAT FUCKING HURTS!"
Yeah, I'm glad I got her attention. Music to my ears.
My use of the leather bullwhip is relentless and determined. I give each breast at least thirty strokes, and then, working from the sides, pummel her belly and then her legs and finish off with underhanded strokes to her pussy.
By the time I'm finished (100 strokes), she has been reduced to a howling sack of feminine shit. Her screams have a desperate edge to them. She's asking for mercy and cursing me and my mother out. And I have only just begun.
WACK
The cane adds to her agony. I look at her face while inflicting inhuman strokes with the rattan cane to her already puffy red breasts and nipples, she's screaming so loud, spittle is flying from her mouth and her wrists are red with her futile attempts to escape her fate. There is no escape; there is no mercy.
"No mercy for you!" and I continue my destruction with the flogger. The flogger is not quite as despicably painful as the first two, but given enough strokes, it produces a blood red welt that eventually blisters. She is one gigantic puffy welt. I'm getting so horny.
I interrupt the fun to retrieve the tin bucket of ice water, and proceed to fling it at her. Her outraged screams and violent shivering only succeeds in arousing me even further. I am now determined to make sure she never forgets tonight; even if it kills her.
I pick up the needle nose plier and kneel down in front of her and reach up to her vagina and pull on it and twist her lips. She pees on me, but that's okay; her outraged screams only confirms the wisdom of my actions.
I now stand up and try to understand what she's saying to me. unfortunately for her, her screams and non-stop crying is Greek to me; I can't understand her. That's bad news for her.
I now reach out and take the cattle prod, turn on the power and set it for low. The familiar hum puts me on ease. It's going to put her in hell in a few seconds. But you know, that's her fault. She should have left when she had the chance earlier tonight at the restaurant. Thinking about how she's provoked me all night long, made me realize I had to set the cattle prod on high instead of low. Bitch has it coming.
BUZZ
BUZZ
"OH YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
Yeah, I thought she would get a kick out of the prod on her clit. The clit, the anus, her feet, every part of her was fair game for the prod. The voltage running through her wet body only added to her agony and my joy. I was thinking that maybe I should marry her so as to experience these wonderful feelings on a daily basis.
Break time for us. I stand to the side, lighting up a ciggy and taking a few puffs. I watch as she writhes on the cross, crying, whimpering and begging for mercy. She turns to me, her make up all fucked up by her tears, the ice water and profuse sweating.
"Please Marcus, please, no more! I beg you, please stop it." She cries as she begs for mercy. I peer at her through the hazy smoke and decide that she needs further pain.
I walk up to her and put out the cigarette on her right nipple. Her scream only confirms she has a lot more fight in her. Fucking bitch was playing possum.