With no friends and no social life of any kind, Terry seemed like a weirdo and a loser to his work colleagues. They rarely spoke to him and he was happy for them to leave him alone. He detested every one of them and the sentiment was mutual. As far as they were concerned, he was just a skinny wimp of twenty-three who lived alone and who had never had a girlfriend.

Terry endured his dead-end job because it paid the bills, but at night he felt himself come alive. In his squalid apartment he spent hours each evening trawling the Internet for porn and indulging his fantasies in chatrooms. Most of the stuff he downloaded was violent and sadistic, and most of his online conversations dealt with brutality and similar themes. But it was all just fantasy and none of it was real.

Then he encountered Crazy Mario, a guy who emailed from Portugal and who claimed that the things he wrote about were true. Terry and Mario started having private online conversations and soon they were sharing their fantasies every night. They both had a keen interest in sadism towards women, the main difference between them being that Mario insisted that he had actually done most of the things he talked about. He boasted that he had worked for a secret police force in South America and that he had taken part in torture. He had in his possession, or so he claimed, a collection of photographs from that time.

Terry didn't believe him at first, until Mario started sending photographs with his emails. The pictures looked genuine enough and Terry's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw them. Each image was sent with a short description written by Mario.

The first showed a woman with dark brown skin and long black hair being whipped by two men in camouflage uniforms. She was lying face down on a bed, her arms and legs spreadeagled, her wrists and ankles bound to the corners. Red lines streaked her back, buttocks and thighs. The description from Mario said: Paulina X, a poet, age 31, suspected of writing anti-government pamphlets. We tied her with wire and flogged her with electric cables until she screamed for mercy. Released without charge after three days.

Terry enlarged the image on his computer screen and masturbated while staring at it. He hadn't intended to spurt his cum but he was so turned-on by the picture that he just lost control and nearly flooded the keyboard. After he eventually recovered from the orgasm he emailed Mario to thank him for sending the photo. Mario's reply promised more of the same.

The next evening Terry opened his mailbox and saw two messages. In one, Mario gave a detailed account of how he and another policeman had arrested a journalist, demanding that he offer certain information about the editor of a political magazine. When the journalist refused, Mario and the other policeman hauled the guy's wife into the room and raped her right in front of his eyes. Still he refused to talk, so his wife was stripped naked and hung from a beam. Mario and his colleague then spent two hours stubbing cigarettes out on her body, causing so much pain that she stopped screaming and passed out. Only when a portable electricity generator and a bundle of cables appeared did the journalist give in.

Terry opened the second email and saw a photograph depicting the journalist’s wife: a gorgeous blonde hanging naked from a metal girder, her toes hardly touching the floor and her slim body stretched taut. Blood trickled from her wrists where the wire that bound them cut into her flesh. Hundreds of small pink marks dotted her skin, especially on her breasts and legs, but also around her navel and on the undersides of her arms. Her nipples were red and looked very sore.

Again Terry masturbated while he gazed at the picture. He could hardly wait for the following night.

When the next evening came Mario's third photo didn't disappoint. It showed a naked woman with a dark ponytail kneeling on the floor with her back to the camera. A policeman with his trousers pulled around his ankles stood in front of her, a huge grin beneath his heavy black moustache. Two other men, both in civilian clothes, stood on either side of the woman and a pace or two behind her. They had long whips in their hands and were lashing the woman's back, laying red stripes across her smooth tanned skin. The accompanying caption explained the scene: Claudia F, age 19, university student, rebel sympathizer. The sexy little bitch sucks Mario's cock and gets a tough whipping. Jailed for five years.

Terry held a bundle of tissues in his left hand and shot his cum into them as he gasped at the photograph. He wondered if the guy with the moustache was really Crazy Mario, and whether the whole thing might not be real after all. Maybe it was some kind of con-trick?

After cleaning himself up he emailed Mario and asked him if he was the guy in the picture, and if the image really was a genuine torture photograph and not a fake. But he received no reply. He emailed again that night, and every evening for the next week, but nothing came back. No trace of Mario was found in the chatrooms. It was as though he had simply disappeared.

THE END

© 2004 Brendan X

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