Feature Writer: The Ripper
Feature Title: THE SHOPLIFTER 4
Published: 11.10.2022 / Previously Published on Usernet
Story Codes: Young Ones, Rape, NC, Torture, Snuff
Synopsis: This story, in 10 parts is about a young girl who is abducted by a stranger. She is then systematically tortured for several weeks. She then joins with her abuser in a classic example of, “Embracing the corrupter.” Together they capture more children and torture them to death. As of the tenth chapter they now have four children working together abducting, raping, torturing and discarding young bodies as fast as they can process them. You may feel that this is an extremely sick story so if this description doesn’t sound like like your cup of tea.
Warning: The following contains sexual situations which may not meet every one’s reading expectations. If you are offended by children having sex, children having sex with other children, incest, B&D, S&M or children being tortured. Then you will want to exit this file right now — However, if you are a really twisted fuck, then read on and enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy written for adult entertainment only. If you don’t want children harmed by this material, then do not show it to them. Any endeavor to reenact or reproduce any of these stories in real life may be illegal or carry certain restrictions. For example: In some parts or South America and Africa you would need parental consent before doing many of the thing depicted in this story. In other countries you would not need parental consent as long as you worked for the government or military. The Author, of course knows the difference between fantasy and reality and assumes no liability for such actions.
The Shoplifter 4
Continuing from, “The Shoplifter 3”
“Nnnnoooooo!” she cried out as she tried to bolt back into the dungeon.
The other girls held her and looked nervously at me as I approached.
“Hold her up here. Put her arms back and show me her face.”
I ordered the two girls as I drew back my hand and slapped the girl as hard as I could.
“Are you done with your screaming?” I asked, “Good! Now listen up. Kimmy here has disobeyed orders and killed Mary. We need to punish her for that. But she is also my assistant so we can’t hurt her too badly, understand?”
They nodded their heads. “Smack!” was the sound as I struck the fourteen year old again.
“And when I send for your ass, your ass had better come, and come quickly!” I shouted at her terrified, reddening face.
“You will all remove your clothing for me now.” I demanded as they looked at each other and started to undress.
“You two, run some rope through those eye-bolts there and there. use the chair.”
I directed as the fourteen and fifteen year old went to do my bidding. I pulled up another chair and ran rope through two other eye-bolts in case they were needed. When all the ropes were ready, I attached leather wrist cuffs to all of them and connected them to ratchets on the wall. I had them put Kimmy into one pair as I went to get my caning pipe. It was five feet long and a quarter inch round. I paused to ratchet Kimmy to where her arms where stretched over her head but most of her weight was still on her feet.
“Now, We are going to ‘cane’ Kimmy. That means that we will beat her body from her thighs to her upper arms. no hitting the face. Okay? ”
“What’s your name? Cristy? And yours? Pam? Okay Cristy and Pam, you two and Becky will take turns and punish Kimmy for what she did to your friend over there,” I said pointing to Mary’s lifeless body still sitting in the stocks, “Go ahead Becky, start on her back, right above the hips,” I said to the seventeen year old as I stood back to watch.
Kimmy looked at Becky with just a slight apprehension. After all, how badly can this possibly hurt her after what she had already experienced. Becky looked nervous as she glanced at me and then swung the pipe, striking Kimmy on her back.
“Afffssstttt,” Kimmy gasped as she absorbed the full impact of the … Wait a minute! What was that supposed be?’
“Uh, Becky? Becky darling, please hit Kimmy as hard as you can. Really swing it, okay?” I couched as Becky lined up for another swing.
“Uh! Ohhh,” Kimmy gasped again as the pipe whistled … “Whistled? I didn’t even hear it hit!”
“Becky. Pretend that you are at a baseball game and try to knock Kimmy out of the park. Do you think you can handle that?” I scolded as Becky planted her feet and prepared to swing.
“Ah!” Kimmy responded as the deadly, wicked looking torture tool arced in a graceful swing, connecting with it’s target with a resounding … resounding … Ah fuck it!
“Stop! Stop. Stop. Let me show you how it is done,” I said as I approached Becky. Becky stepped aside and handed me the pipe. I passed it to Pam and said, “Cristy! help me with Becky will you please?”
I took Becky by the arm and directed her towards the second set of cuffs. Becky suddenly pulled free and ran to the door leading upstairs. The door was locked of course and Becky could only look at me and wait while I walked up to her and took her arm again.
“Don’t do that again or you will be sorry,” I told her as I took her to the cuffs.
I had Cristy tighten one while I did the other. Becky looked at me with genuine fear. Tears were streaming down her face as she prepared for her punishment. I glanced at Kimmy, She had an amused look. I guess girls wear out after awhile and the terror leaves them. No matter. I can think of new ways to terrorize these children. I took the pipe and prepared to swing.
“Now when you cane someone, you need to be careful that the pipe doesn’t hit any bones unless you want to break them.”
With that I swung the pipe as hard as I could. Whoosh! It went as the deadly, wicked looking torture tool arced in a graceful swing, connecting with it’s target with a resounding. Smack! There was no sound from Becky as she stood there. Then, the pain seemed to catch up to her and her back arched and she let out a long pain-filled scream that seemed to echo in the basement. At the end of her scream, her body collapsed as it shook with pain.
She was no longer screaming, but her mouth was open, and her face was turning red; and her lovely blue eyes — blue eyes? Does she have blue eyes? I couldn’t tell at this point because while her eyes were open, they had rolled back into her head as the eye lids fluttered. She was trying to scream but could not control her body enough to take a breath. She hung like that for what seemed like minutes but was probably about thirty seconds. Her legs were kicking and flexing and her arms pulled and released and I could see her stomach ripple as the muscles spasmed and knotted. Piss was spraying all around her as she lost control of her bladder.
“Huh! Huh! Huh. Huh, auuhhhh!” she managed after a minute as she hung there consumed in pain.
“Aiiiiiiiieeeeeee!” she finally screamed as she took a breath, “Auuuuuhhhhh!” she screamed one more time as her feet slipped an slid in their efforts to stand.
“That’s how we cane someone around here. You girls must be reading too many messages in, “Alt.torture,” That must be why you are having trouble learning the ropes.”
I glanced at Kimmy. She no longer looked so self-confident as she stood there awaiting her turn. Becky was still shaking and shuddering as her legs continued to try to support her weight. I went over and tightened the ratchet enough so that Becky’s feet were off the floor. I then prepared for my next strike.
“Oh no! Noooo!” Becky breathed as I prepared to hit her again,
“Noooooo! Noooo!”
Smack! The second stroke landed in the same spot as the first.
“Aaaaaaiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhh …” Becky wailed as her body gave out on her and she just hung there unconscious.
I used the stun gun to wake her up. I really need to get some smelling salts or something.
“Wakey. Wakey. My dear … You have eight more before you can sleep,” I told her as she hung there consumed in agony.
Becky needed to rest, so I turned to Cristy and Pam.
“Now, you two do Kimmy if you think you can handle it,” I said.
I handed them a broom handle, after all, I didn’t want Kimmy dead … yet … Pam took the stick and with a quick glance at Mary’s dead form she summoned her strength and swung at Kimmy’s lower back.
“Ahhh!” Kimmy cried as her legs raised a bit off the floor.
“Well, keep at it girls. punish her for what she did.” I said as I settled back on a chair and watched.
Pam started slowly. She was unsure of herself but I encouraged her and soon she was beating young Kimmy with a stroke every five seconds. Some of them where hard ones too judging by the way Kimmy was screaming.
After five minutes Pam handed the pipe to Cristy.
I told her to, “Beat the bitch to death.”
Cristy jumped right in and started wailing on poor Kimmy’s chest and abdomen. While they were working I went to Becky and checked on her condition. Becky was able to stand now but her legs trembled and she appeared to be very weak. There was a large angry looking welt right in the middle of the small of her back. I it was tender to the touch and caused Becky pain when it was pressed. It was also starting the swell. I went to the dungeon and brought the seven year old boy out.
“What is your name?” I asked as if I really wanted another name to remember.
“Tommy,” he said as he shrank away from me.
“Well Tommy, Becky is hurt and needs your help,” I told him as I lead him to the shower area.
“Take off your clothes, because we need to clean you up a bit.”
He looked down in shame as he stripped for me. I removed my clothes as well. I took Tommy into the shower area and turned on the hose. I sat down against the tile wall and pulled Tommy into my lap. We just sat still listening to Kimmy’s now pitiful sounding screams as the water warmed up. I then began spraying Tommy’s body and rubbing it with soap. I grew hard while I played with Tommy, Even though I’m not a homosexual, there is something about an innocent child’s body that turns me on.
All done, I toweled Tommy off and led him back to the main room. Kimmy was hanging limp. Pam was striking her legs with the stick. Kimmy was covered from her shoulders to her knees with large bruises She was having trouble breathing and I suspected that some ribs were broken.
“Okay girls. Kimmy’s had enough. Lets take her down and put her in the dungeon. Kimmy had pissed herself during her beating and I was slightly concerned when I saw the pinkish color of it. I had Pam and Cristy drag Kimmy’s still limp body in to the room and I attached a handcuff around her ankle and secured her to the wall. The five, seven and ten year old girls look at us but did not dare speak. I noticed that the seven year old was crossing her legs so I gave Pam a key and told her to make sure everyone had a shower and used the restroom.
I took Tommy to Becky and introduced him to Becky’s body. I pointed out the snatch, the ass and the breasts. I told Tommy to put a nipple into his mouth and suck on it.
“Most girls like to have their nipples licked and sucked.” I told Tommy, “If you do a good job, Becky will let you suck her breasts and touch her pussy. What do you think about that?”
“I dunno …” was his reply.
“Well, do a good job and check out her body” I ordered.
I then explained what I wanted him to do. I gave him an ice pack and told Tommy to stand in front of Becky and put his arms around her so he could hold the ice pack against her sore back.
“While you are at it you can lift your head a bit and kiss her nipple. She’ll like that.”
I checked on the rest of them. Pam had released them all and was talking to them about the shower routine as I approached.
“Aren’t you girls even started yet?” I asked as I walked up to them.
“Now!” yelled Pam as she turned and launched herself at me.
Cristy also came at me as my first prison revolt began — I knew that dominance and fear was what controlled in most relationships — therefore, I knew that if I could establish that I was dominate, the prisoners would meekly follow me ‚ that was the theory anyway.
I stepped to the side as Pam tried to tackle me. She got hold of my arm with one hand and we spun around as she screamed to the younger children to help.
“Jump on him! Hurry! He’ll kill us all!” she called out.
Cristy had picked up the pipe and was preparing to swing it at me . The younger children were just milling about in fear because they didn’t know what to do. Pam wrapped herself around me as she started to sink her teeth into the flesh of my arm.
“Ahhhhh!” I screamed as the pain raced up my arm.
I was also being pulled off balance as I watched for the pipe wielding one. Pam Continued to bite down with all her strength and I was starting to feel weak. I then saw Cristy start to swing the pipe at me. She wasn’t aiming for my head so I couldn’t duck it. So, I gritted my teeth and stomped down on Pam’s foot as pivoted around so that Pam was in the line of fire. Whack! went the pipe as it connected to Pam’s side. As Pam gasped in pain her teeth lost their grip on my arm, I slapped her aside and went after Cristy. Taking the pipe was easy. I then pressed it against her throat until she passed out. Then I grabbed Pam and knee’d her in the stomach and put her in a set of stocks. Cristy went into a set next to her. Then I told the oldest boy Jimmy to take care of the little ones and to lock them back up when they had gone to the bathroom and taken a shower.
I went upstairs to tend to my wounds and to make a sample tape. I went through the tapes I had taken and put the best five minutes of each onto another tape. I made sure that my face wasn’t visible in any of them.
When I came to the one where Kimmy was torturing Mary, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I watched the tape and saw that Kimmy had taken the vice grips and slowly clamped down on Marys pussy lips. She then slowly twisted them and pulled the skin away. She would then grab another piece and do it again. putting the tape on fast forward I saw that it took about twelve snips before Kimmy went to the soldering iron. I had thought that Kimmy had burned the pussy lips off of Mary. This is one sick bitch. Just my luck, I grab a psychotic girl where there were all those normal ones to choose from … Oh, well, what can you do?
I went down and made sure everyone was locked up. I then had the two boys help me pry Mary’s now stiffening body from the stocks. We stuffed it with much difficulty in to an old trunk, I then went to work.
While at work, I passed the tape to one of my co-workers who is into child-porn (I know cause I bought some videos from him) I told him that the tape was given to my by a friend I know and would anyone he knew be interested in buying this type of video? He said that he had to stop by his house around noon and would give it a quick look. He said if it didn’t catch his interest on fast forward then he couldn’t help, “My friend.”
After work I returned home to my children. As I cautiously opened the basement door (never can be too careful with all these riots going on.) I noticed that Becky had been released from her bonds and was lying on Kimmy’s bed. Tommy jumped up as I opened the door and looked frightened.
“Why did you let her down?” I asked Tommy.
“I don’t know,” was Tommy’s hesitant reply.
“Why did you take her down?” I screamed at the frightened boy.
“I … I … uh, I” was all he could manage.
“Did I tell you to take her down?” I asked.
“N-no,” was his reply.
“You know that I have to punish you now don’t you?” I asked.
I chose a two-by-twelve plank, five feet long, and placed it across two saw hoses.
“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” he pleaded.
I reached for him and then had to chase him as he ran around the basement trying to get away. It took twenty minutes before I had a hold of him and dragged his naked seven year old body over to my work area.
I strapped his body face up on the plank. with his butt at one end his arms and legs were free but the tightening buckle was on the underside out of reach so all he could do was to just lay there and wonder what his punishment would be while I checked on the rest of the kids, fed them and let them use the restroom. I did not feed Pam and Cristy I just left them in the stocks. I would deal with them later.
Mealtime was finally over. I took the five year old (Julie) and tied her to a chair so she could watch Tommy’s punishment. Tommy did not have dinner because I knew that his young body would be too busy to digest food.
I went over to Julie and asked her if she was ready to watch Tommy get his punishment for disobeying me. She said that no, she did not want me to hurt Tommy. She wanted me to let them all go. I explained that I liked to hurt little kids and that she should watch so she would know what to expect when it was her turn to be punished. Julie started screaming and pulling on her bounds as I turned and went over to Tommy. I removed my clothing and went to my work area for a drill and jig saw.
As I approached Tommy, He started screaming and begging for his life. I ignored his pleas and went to work. First I drilled holes into the plank at about mid thigh a few inches from the edge on either side of his young freighted body. I then used the jig saw to cut slits, quarter inch wide. Next, I used straps to secure his wrists to the plank. I stood back and admired his body for a moment. His seven year old body was smooth as silk. I had to look closely but he was covered with fine hairs. Kind of like peach-fuzz but a lot more spread out. His arms and legs were nicely shaped. Not a lot of muscles, but enough to fill him out and make him look healthy.
His penis was small of course and his scrotum was also smaller than an adults but just about right for a boy his age. I stood and looked at Tommy’s genitals while I tried to think of the most painful things I could do to this child. He crossed and uncrossed his legs a few times as if he were embarrassed and didn’t know how to shield himself. Finally, he bent his knees and brought his legs up shielding his crotch from view.
I placed a hand on his inner thigh and stroked it while I thought about what to do. I reached farther down and felt his scrotum. His cock started to harden as I played with him. He seemed to be very embarrassed and frightened. I placed one of his small balls between my thumb and forefinger and while squeezing, asked Tommy how he thought it would feel if I used pliers to crush his nuts to a bloody pulp. I didn’t pay any attention to his terrified answer, instead, I got a strap with ratchet and hooked it up to his knees so that they were both pulled down to either side of his chest.
I placed a small block under each knee and forced his legs down so that his knees pressed into the blocks. He was not in a lot of pain yet, because his knees were bent which reduced the strain at the backs of his legs. We would have to change that. I took another strap and attached it to his ankles and started pulling his young, tender feet towards his head. I stopped when he gasped in pain. The tendons were sticking out from the backs of his legs behind his knees. I gently massaged his legs while I asked him about the most painful thing he had ever felt. After some coaxing , he mention burning his finger on the stove and such things but basically, this boy had never felt real pain before.
I watched his body react as I slowly tightened the ankle strap. As his leg muscles started stretching to their limits, Tommy began screaming for mercy even though there was still 12 inches more I could go.
“How does that feel Tommy?” I asked as I watched the sweat break out on his face.
“Ohhh, It hurts. It hurts! It hurts!” He cried out.
I placed my hand on his penis and as I began to stroke him, asked him if it made pain better or worst.
“Oh! it just hurts!” he cried.
“Maybe this will help,” I said as I leaned over and took his penis and scrotum into my mouth and began to suck. “Does that make your legs hurt a little less?” I asked.
“Maybe a little,” was his reply.
He was just trying to tell me what I wanted to hear. I had no illusions that my stimulating his cock was going to take the pain from him. What I was doing was planting a suggestion into his mind so that his subconscious would take over and turn the pain to pleasure the way Kimmy’s mind did while I was pinching her nipples.
I alternated every few minutes between stimulating seven year old Tommy’s genitals and just watching his body react to the abuse it was taking. After half an hour of this Tommy’s penis would get hard when I touched it, then go down when it was just the pain in his legs. He was ready.
I got a standard sized dildo and lubed it up. I then placed the tip at the entrance to his anus. I prodded and swirled it around until he became hard again and then started ratcheting his feet closer to his head. Man! He was already about at his limit. I had only moved his feet one inch closer to the plank he was on when he started screaming at the top of his lungs. As Tommy screamed, I started to slowly pump the dildo up his ass. He seemed to scream louder as the object evaded his rectum but it was hard to tell. After fifteen minutes, I had moved his feet three inches closer to his head and had gotten the dildo all the way up his ass and was stroking it in and out as fast as I could. Tommy’s breathing pattern changed slightly as his body began to react on it’s own to this sexual assault.
I pulled the Dildo from his ass and replaced it with my cock. Even though I had stretched his ass with the dildo, It was still a tight fit as I pumped into his screaming body. I kept tightening the strap as I butt fucked this seven year old child. As I was approaching an orgasm. I noticed that Tommy seemed to be having one himself. I felt his ass clench tighter and his breathing slowed and deepen for about fifteen seconds. His young penis seemed to move a bit but, nothing came out. I was getting closer to orgasm myself and I kept pumping and tightening the strap. His legs had only three inches to go now. Tommy was feeling the pain more, now that his orgasm was over. I stopped pumping and just tightened the strap. I watched the agony in his face as I forced his legs all the way back. I still had not cum yet so I pulled out of him and got my power screw driver and a handful of wood screws. I rammed my cock back into Tommy’s butt and started powering the screws into the backs of his legs right at the knees. After the sixth screw, I finally came.
Pulling out, I looked at how Tommy was fairing. He was in incredible pain as he lay there folded in half. He was still screaming but he was running out of steam. I looked over at five year old Julie who was still struggling in the chair, a look of absolute horror on her young face. I went over to Julie and ran my fingers through her fine blonde hair and told her to think about how much pain Tommy was in and to think about herself in that much pain because it would be her turn very soon. Julie panicked and started jerking on her bounds. I just smiled and slipped a hand between her legs and fingered her snatch while she struggled..
I went back to Tommy. The poor kid was still in a lot of pain with his legs being stretched and 6 screws in the back of his left knee. He seem to be alert so I climbed up on the plank in a sixty-nine position and made him suck the shit off my cock while I sucked on his penis for awhile.
Then the door bell rang upstairs. Who could that be? As I closed the first door behind me, I could hear the children starting to scream for help. Good thing the basement was soundproofed enough. I grabbed a robe from my bedroom before cautiously opening the front door.
It was my co-worker. the one I gave the tape to. There was a small delivery van from a local meat packing plant in the driveway. Once he saw that I recognized him he waved to the van and three guys stepped out and started picking up boxes and stuff from inside the van. My co-worker pushed his way in and told me to relax, that he just had a delivery for me. The men started entering now and just walked past me and set their loads down it the living room. There where boxes and several large cases and a bunch of gray umbrellas. I had no idea of what was going on.
“What’s going on?” I asked, more than a little frightened.
“I liked your movies,” he said.
“Oh! Those! That was given to me by a guy a friend of mine knows in Tallahassee …” I started to explain when he interrupted and told me that he recognized my basement in the videos.
Panic started to set it as I thought about what these guys were going to do to me … I could only imagine but I have a good imagination.
“We brought you some decent video equipment,” he said as he nodded to the men and they left the house.
He picked up one of the umbrellas.
“Set these up in all four corners of the room. They are lights with diffusers. They keep the shadows from ruining your shots,” he explained.
He then opened a case and pulled out a video camera that was as big as a sewing machine — sewing machine?? … Hummm. I could modify a sewing machine to slowly stitch into a victims body.
“It takes thirty minute tapes, but the quality is the best there is. These are just on loan because we want you to make movies for us. Oh, and there’s a mask around here somewhere … Here it is. Wear this all the time, so we can get some really good action shots. There is also a sound processor here somewhere. We want good quality sound okay?”
I was a little flabbergasted. What the hell was going on here!
“Look, I know you’re worried. But don’t be.” He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, “This is five thousand dollars. It is an advance on your first movie for us,” he told me as I automatically reached out and took the money.
“What? How? Why?” was all I could say as I stood there staring at him.
“Look, we have people selling our videos all over the US and in some other countries. Yes. It is illegal but we pay pretty good so we have no problem getting teenagers to make the exchanges. If they get caught they say they found the videos at a bus stop and stop selling for a year. That tape you made was one of the best I’ve ever fucking seen! I talked it over with the boss and he said to help you get started good. We have a production facility downtown but you can work from home if you like. We can also help you in other ways but, I know. Your a little nervous about this whole thing so. just do this. Do what you normally would do. Just use this better equipment. You don’t even have to edit it. Just keep the lights bright and even — the camera can take care of the rest itself — now, is there anything you need? Do you have a subject for the new video? Do you need any equipment? Do you need any bodies disposed of? Ah!” he said as he noticed the frightened look in my eyes, “Where is it? How many? Answer me! How many?”
He stood there patently and waited while I summoned the courage to tell him.
“One, maybe two any time now.”
He went to the door and leaning out, he raised two fingers towards the van and two guys jumped out and came inside.
“We have a disposal downstairs,” he announced as he led the way to my basement.
I had forgotten. Last year I invited him over when I was setting up my weight room. It was more convenient for him to go to the gym near the office so he stopped coming over. I pushed my way past him on the stairs and stopped at the door. We could hear faint cries for help coming from inside.
“Now, I don’t know about this …” I blurted out.
“Look,” my coworker said, “You have to get rid of the body. What are you planning to do with it?” he asked.
Silence.
“I thought so. We are here to help. Now open the door and lets get it over with,” he said.
I opened the door and let them into the basement. They went in and looked around once and went right to the trunk just glancing casually at Pam and Cristy as they sat in the stocks. My co-worker went over to where Tommy was still screaming in pain. Julie looked up with hope.
Then he said, “When you know you are going to have a body, call this number, say that you want the weekly special delivered. And use your real name and address, don’t try to be cute …” as he handed me a business card from the meat packing plant.
Julie’s look of hope faded away as he continued. We’ll send a refrigerated van over. The sooner the better understand?”
I nodded.
“Do you understand that if the meat gets old, we can not use it?” he asked again.
Use it? Use it? What the fuck kind of people were these guys!
“Don’t worry. My friend — we mix it with horse meat and make dog food down at the plant. We use most of it ourselves.”
“Yourselves! What do you mean!?” I had to ask.
“We feed it to our victims, cuts down on the food bill. One thing we have to ask you to do though. Before the van gets here, cut the veins in the neck, wrists and ankles, then wash all of their blood down the drain. Okay?”
The two men picked up the trunk and carried it upstairs and out to the van. I followed as far as the door where my coworker told me to relax and have fun.
“Oh! You might need this,” he said as he showed me a small kit that was delivered, “You might need this on that boy down there,” he said as he opened a drug kit, “Use the yellow stuff. It is a stimulant. It will keep him alive longer, if he starts to weaken, before you are done with him.”
He was shaking my hand and noticed that I flinched.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
He pulled the robe off my arm and tore the bandage off. He leaned out again and motioned for one man to come this time. He immediately sent him back to the van for the first aid kit.
“Did she bite you?” he asked.
“The other one …” I answered as he cut me off.
“If you ever get bitten. Call that same number we gave you and say that you want a special cut of something.”
The first aid kit came and he seemed to enjoy scrubbing my wound really good with a betadine pack. The blood was flowing again as he bandaged it up and handed me a bottle of pills.
“Antibiotics, one pill, three time a day for two weeks got it? Good”
Then they were all gone. And I was alone with all this stuff. What was I going to do now?
I should pack a few things and run. That’s it. Just drive to a small town somewhere and start my life over with a different name. Yes, that’s it! No, just wait a minute. Maybe they’re serious. Maybe they need a torturer. Maybe they can’t find anyone sick enough to do the job? The money seems good. I’ll have to think about this.
I went back downstairs to Tommy. He has still moaning as he lay there folded in half with his genitals exposed. I started to get hard and went back upstairs for the equipment. I set up the lights. Then I put the camera on a tripod and picked a good angle of Tommy showing young Julie in the background. I pulled on the mask and got started. I put more screws half-way into the back of Tommy’s other knee. I then took a hand screwdriver and slowly tightened them all the way.
Tommy was screaming continuously the whole time. Next, I filled a garment steamer with water and plugged it in, telling Tommy what I was going to do with it. While I waited for the steamer to get hot, I grabbed some more screws and went work on Tommy’s feet. I got the screws started with the power driver then hand tightened them until they were flush with the soles of his feet.
“Run away from me will you …” I said as I started screwing the third one in.
Tommy’s screams were turning into gurgling sounds as he forgot to swallow his own spit once in a while. His young body was racked with coughing spasms a few times as he inhaled saliva. Tommy’s seven year old body was at his level of endurance and I still had the steamer to use. I went back upstairs and retrieved the drug kit. I clumsily injected the yellow stuff into seven year old Tommy’s exposed buttock. Less than a minute later, Tommy was doing much better. He was breathing deeper and seamed a lot more alert and best of all, his screams were loader and more powerful. This was all good because the steamer was ready.
“Remember what I told you I would do with this?” I asked as I fondled his penis.
Tommy started screaming louder as I prepared to steam clean his genitals. Tommy’s’ dick was so small that I thought I needed something to grab onto. I took a needle and thread and listened with great delight to Tommy as I pierced the head of his penis and ran the thread through it. One knot later I had a handle. I pulled on the handle to stretch his penis out as I held the steamer against Tommy’s’ dick.
“YYIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Tommy cried out as the new level of pain hit him, “AAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!!” he screamed again as I ran the steamer along the length of his stretched out shaft.
I did both sides real good. Then I grabbed his shaft, and with a firm squeezing motion stripped the top layers of skin from Tommy’s seven year old penis. Tommy was now howling in pain as I gave him a quick spray from the mace can.
I watched Tommy shake in agony for a while, then I released his legs from the straps. His legs were stiff of course with all the screws in the knee joints preventing them from moving. I went to the work area and returned with several hose clamps. I took a hold of Tommy’s index finger and bent it all the way closed and slipped a hose clamp around it. I then tightened it up.
Tommy was already in a lot of pain and this did not help matters. As I continued to tighten the clamp, Tommy ‘s legs and feet began to twitch. I kept turning the screw as Tommy writhed in agony. Fifteen minutes later I heard Tommy’s finger bone snap. Then I went to the next finger … Two hours and five tapes later, Tommy was near death. His right leg was bleeding at the knee because he was able to bend it despite the screws holding it still but this caused the screws to tear the skin and break pieces of bone off. I took his other leg and forcefully bent it as I neared the last ten minutes of the sixth tape. There was a snap, crackle and pop as Tommy’s knee snapped and blood started flowing. Tommy was still alive so I used a single edged razor blade to slice his face, chest and stomach until he let out a long exhale and expired. 1 minute later the video camera beeped to let my know it was out of tape.
I rested for a bit, then I called the meat plant and used the code word. While waiting for the pickup, I did as I was told and drained the blood from the body.
When the truck arrived, The men started load the body, when one of them noticed the screws, in the legs.
“Hey buddy! If you leave foreign objects in the body, you need to tell us so we don’t bust our equipment on something like this. No problem … Just let us know when we get here okay?
I gave them the tapes too and they were gone. I went over and stroked Julies hair as she screamed and screamed ….
END OF CHAPTER FOUR