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OTEC_25_kg
OTEC the novel http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT © 2007 D A Wootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan
Three guards put on a show for the benefit of her horrified family
members, one guard holding an ever larger wad in place,
the second guard holding the iron bar, the third guard using a wooden
mallet, hammering the wad of copper wool out of sight.
They did this again and again and again, filling the building with
hideous screaming as the five year old woman's vagina was transformed,
expanding unbelievably, dilating to the point of rupture, producing a
noticeable bulge in her flat belly.
She now had a pregnancy, just beginning to show.
Through the entire process, they held her head up.
She stared at her father, screaming at him, to make them stop, as he
stared back goggle eyed, watching them transforming his little girl's
tiny hairless slit into an obscenely gaping, semen filled orifice, held
open with copper wool, with protruding wires.
El paso cuatro: Alambre los genitales del preso al parrilla. Step
four: Wire the prisoner's genitals to the parrilla.
The camp guards would always lovingly stroke the noticeable bulge in
their victims small belly, giving her time to quit screaming before
attaching her genital wires to the industrial power supply.
Telling her "she was about to get a charge out of it" a phrase they had
learned from their teacher.
Everyone in the room knew what was coming next.
Everyone in the building knew what was coming next.
El paso cinco: La aplicación de corriente eléctrica. Step five: The
application of electrical current.
Everyone in the building had heard the intermittent sounds,
subconsciously counting, knowing it was time for the final unending sound.
Everyone taking a deep breath, knowing at this very moment, they were
connected a small girl's hairless vagina to an industrial power supply.
Knowing in a matter of seconds, monsters in human form would throw a
switch, sending electricity into her tiny hairless crotch.
Knowing it was time, for the building to fill with the final unending sound.
It was always the same, never varying.
It was always done slowly, very slowly.
The guards would move out of the way, giving her parents a perfect view
of the table mounted parrilla.
Giving them a good view of the electrical cables connecting with their
daughter's vagina to an industrial power supply.
Giving them time to watch their tiny naked daughter, held spread eagle,
wires protruding from her hairless crotch , bouncing up and down,
yanking on her chains, screaming for her mother.
A guard would slowly walk around to the head of the bed, bending,
cradling her tiny head in his hands.
Slowly, almost lovingly, he would lift her head, holding the five year
old woman , so mother and father could look into her eyes, watching her
shaking with terror, an expression of utter horror on tiny her face,
urine squirting from her tiny urethra,
all of them knowing what was coming, unable to stop the nightmare.
The room would fill with a deathly silence, everyone holding their breath.
They would twist her head to the side, so she could watch a smiling
guard, slowly, very slowly, reaching for the master switch on the parrilla.
Watching his fingers slowly closing around the switch.
Watching him hesitate, letting the tension build, as he looked at the
head guard.
They would twist her head back so she was looking at her parents.
The head guard would also turn, looking at her parents, making eye
contact, smiling.
They who watch him turn back, watching his head slowly node.
Listening to the incredibility loud click the master switch made as it
snapped closed.
Watching the phenomenal convulsion.
Watching her chains snap tight as guitar strings.
Watching their little girl's eyes bulge, half out of her head, as her
vagina explodes.
Listening as the building was filled with the incredible sound twenty
five kilogram girls make as
"electrical charges are run through their bodies."
As loud as their daughter's screaming was, they could still hear the
clanking sounds the bed-frame made as their little girl bouncing up and
down, her fifty pound body hammering the metal beneath her so violently
the entire
bed jumped up and down.
Watching the bed-frame jumping up and down was hypnotically fascinating,
a demonically possessed object
moving of it's own accord.
The guards did not watch, they had seen it all before, they took another
coffee break, leaving the parrilla turned on,
leaving the bed-frame jumping up and down.
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