Memories Of A Nasty Bastard

   I'm old and tired now and all I have left is memories. Too weak and slow to hunt anymore I live in the past and wait for my time to end. But I'm in no hurry, what if all the preachers are right? If they are Hell will have to build a new oven for me unless they dump me in with Hitler , Stalin , and that bunch. I mean I may not have their numbers but I did everyone of mine myself and everyone was a work of art. Those bums had a lot of help and ran up their scores by cheating- I mean really - gas chambers and food shortages. I often spent two or three days with one and I had to hide my work from the police to boot and still I almost made it to four figures. It helped that I had more money than god and used it like water but the main reason I got away with it for so long was I took no chances that I could avoid. The leftovers were only seldom found and were scattered over the world so nobody ever saw a pattern. The killings shared few details and in most cases were just left a s unsolved and unrelated to each other. Like I said now I make do with memories and pictures in my mind. Want to see some?

   A young girl , apple breasts , peach fuzz curls around her bleeding cunt, her head clamped in a large vice. Her legs and arms secured to the workbench by large screws driven through the bones into the wood below. Unable to scream anymore she sobs and moans in agony as I wear away and shred her nipples with a weed eater. Each hit of  the nylon string only does a little damage but the thousands of hits together  cut and rip the tender flesh away. Every breath tastes of her own blood and meat as the whipping action throws fragments of her and some land in her mouth. If she vomits she will die for I have already done what I wished with her. The puke will fall back and fill her airway and I will just stand and watch her drown in her own vomit. I think about fucking her again as she dies if it happens but decide to move the action down and flail her pussy with the weedeater instead. The sound torn from her is not a scream, it is much more basic- a long howling that complains to  the fates about her lot but without any human form or meaning left.

   A  plump older woman hangs from thin steel cables looped around her large boobs. Her hands are free and try to lessen the strain on the tender titflesh or to remove the noose around her neck. She is unable to pull herself up enought to free the deadly loop of rope and everytime she drops her weight against the cables they cut a little deeper. As she fights to live a little longer I watch and fuck  her daughter in the ass. Her voice climbs into the upper registers as one cable rips through her breast and she falls a little closer to death. The sight and sound of the severed tit hitting the ground causes the kid to match screams with the doomed broad. With all the strain on the one tit it too soon fails and the screams are cut off as the noose takes the load. The girl struggles and yells as her mother tears at the noose trying to breathe. My dick is in tight and I hang on for the ride as the girl fights for her mother  but is unable to do anything except provide me with the  best fuck of her life. Nails rake face and neck and the rough hemp peels the skin from hands , blood drips from the wounds and from her nose and mouth. She is weakening and it will soon end.

    The old wooden armchair holds the little girl firmly. The bindings hold her wrists and ankles to the arms and front legs as her mother watches. I tie her knees to the sides and expose her nude crotch. Her mother begs me not to hurt her little baby. I offer a choice- you kill her or I will. Handing the mother a clear plastic bag I tell her to do now or watch me spend hours doing the little bitch.
As mom approaches the kid yells for her not to kill her but mom just kisses her forehead , tells her "I love you", and "I have to or he will hurt you much worse before he kills you anyway." The bag slips over and is drawn around the skinny neck but as the kid fights it comes loose and she sucks more air. Mother looks at me as if for a reprive but there is none and she tries again. The tiny mouth sucks the bag in as she tries to breathe but this time her mother does not let loose of it. Her little ass bucks and bangs as the boyish body seeks the air it needs. The battle uses up her reserves and the eyes roll back and a thin stream of piss dribbles down from the seat. I warn the old bitch to make sure because if the kid lives through it she's mine. After she drops to the floor sobbing I leave without touching her . 

   We have been playing for days but she is still in good shape for all I have done is fuck her various holes both with my dick and with an assortment of toys. We have a deal you see- she does as I wish and I will not greatly damage her. One last game I tell her. The blindfold covers her eyes so she doesn't see the little .22 pistol in my hand. I aim just above the top of her pubic hair and fire one round. The tiny slug punches through her guts and starts leaks from her bladder and colon but does little other damage. She falls swearing at me as the first pains hit. Her hands cover the wound and there is only a trickle of blood but the lead has already killed her. The message from her guts will soon be loud and clear and her screams will only build over the next hours. I sit and watch as she desends into agony and every so often I take the time to fuck her again. The wound and fever have won and she does not respond to anything I do . I use the gun and inserting it in her cunt  I fire once more. Then one round in each tit and one in each eye and her body goes to the sharks.

   I screwed up on this one. She was a skinny one with big plastic tits and a cunt so loose you could fall in. I mean it was dark and all I saw was the tits. Still I tried to fuck her but it just wasn't worth the work- I mean even her ass was loose. I hung her upside down by her ankles and stuffed that sloppy bitch with a pair of concrete vibrators. If you never saw one think of a gas or electric powered dildo that shakes so hard it will hurt your hand to hold on to it. Three inches across and a foot long with a flex shaft drive they were a good fit in the loser. She hung and tried to scream but the combined vibrations kept her from getting enought air. The slut's guts were soon shook loose and settled down toward her chest and stopped her noise for good.

   Another head in a vise- hey if it works do it again- arms and legs secured, as the sound of a moto-tool fills the air. The tiny wire brush slowly abrades through the eyelid and just kisses the eye  it covers. After careful work both eyes are lidless  and the touch of the wire returns and brushes away the light.

   A skater's pose, left foot on the ground , right one toward the heavens , body off to the side like a flag and spinning around.However  she holds the pose and then the binding anchoring her to the ground is noticed. Looking up , a cable runs from her right ankle over a pulley and down to a come-a-long. This cable is tight enought to maintain her in the skater's pose forever. A click from the drum and an inch of cable is taken in - a scream. More clicks- more screams. She can feel the tendons and things in her crotch giving under the strain. More clicks- her right hip breaks and all the load transfers to the soft tissues. Her cunt feels like it is spread wide open and burns from the pulling. Her leg streches and gives and flesh tears.   

   A test of willpower, very simple really. A  girl , wrists fastened to a chain around her waist, a noose around her neck, naked except for the camelback water bag on her back filled with gatoraid. As long as she stands nothing will happen and she is safe. However she will need to sleep or sit sometime and the rope is waiting.

   The girl looked like someboby was using her for nailing practice. Her body is held to the rough table by many large nails. Her tits are pinned beween a board and the tabletop by several nails driven through them and her arms were held out to the sides be more. She has nails driven into her back , ass , and legs and as I finish fucking her I place the nailgun against the back of her head and pull the trigger.

    A drowning bench is one of the simplest of all methods to make some cunt's life a living hell. Just a inclined board to which you strap your toy with her head at the lower end. The girl is one of those overweight teens that haven't started to droop or wrinkle yet. Fat and sleek as a seal she waits for what will toture her next. Her plump cone shaped tits are disfigured with both bite and whip marks and blood has dried on the insides of her heavy thighs. The straps prevent her head from moving as I place the end of a long silk scarf over her mouth and nose. She lays there wondering what am I going to do to her now. The answer comes from a watering can as I wet down the thin silk. What she had no trouble breathing through before now becomes a layer of water beween her and the air she needs. Unless she finds a way the wet scarf will kill her as surely as ten feet of water over her head. Struggling she sucks the end into her mouth- helps a little untill I add more water. She  gulps the extra down and some of the scarf goes with it. Her head down position pools the water in her mouth and nose but largely keeps it out of her lungs. Every time she manages a breath I add more water so she in effect drowns for hours. The scarf is mostly gone now so I grab it and pull. It must feel like I am pulling her stomach out as I withdraw the soaked rag from her guts for somehow she manages to scream as I do it. A quick rinse and a short break and we can do it all over again. By the time I tire of this game her stomach has swollen from all the water and she looks preggers. I lower the bench so she is laying flat on the floor and raising my foot I stomp down on her bloated belly as hard as I can. A mixture of water , stomach fluids , and blood burst forth from her mouth as the overstrained organ ruptures. She tries to roll over but the straps still hold and the mess pools in her mouth and she gulps it down so she can breathe. The acid  now loose in her body cavit y burns and starts to digest her from the inside. As she pleads for me to just kill her I just sit down to watch.

   She looks at me dully as I enter the death chamber. Her hands are cuffed behind her and around a wooden post and her feet are free. This one gave up early and just endured. I have treated her cruely and it shows. Barely able to stand and covered with the blood and wounds from my ill treatment she can hardly wonder what I will do next. The large hose clamp goes around both her long neck and the post and I snug it down with my screwdriver, just enought to make her wheeze with each breath. I free her hands and step back. This show soon loses it's newness and I  tighten the clamp a little more every few minutes. Her legs can no longer support her and as her weight sags the thin stainless clamp cuts into her neck. The blood flows and her airway closes more and the cycle continues untill she is fun no more.

   I love it when I can kill the bitches and they don't know it. Anything that punctures the colon will kill with great pain and suffering over the next two or three days. A small wire pushed into the ass or cunt may pass almost unoticed during a heavy session but is really the death blow. Molten lead poured into the little piss hole is a little more painful but causes a backup of urine to the kidneys and makes them fail, the pressure of the overfull bladder is not to be discounted either. Some poisons work well and have a delayed onset. Warfarin will stop clotting so a small cut will allow her to bleed to death as you watch her useless efforts to stop the leakage.
A stab wound to the belly with a small narrow blade is always a good choice, a very sharp edge opens things with very little pain at first. Try to avoid hitting the solid organs, liver, spleen, ect. as these will bleed freely and kill quickly. 

   An unusual one for me as I prefered to take my time but this one just sort of happened and I was short of time. Movie star body- so so face laying in the sand . No restraints needed because a injection of lidocane into her spine froze her in place. The usual rapes went well and were strangly enjoyable without the need to secure my dance partner. She couldn't feel what I did but she still knew and the knowledge is always the worst part of being raped. The pain of the knife opening her belly likewise was not really missed because she watched as I removed her womb and overies- say goodbye to your kids girl. Her small and large guts and stomach followed, no more eating. I very carefully tied off the ends and any blood vessels and left her with a void in her belly. A small slit in the diaphram allowed me to reach in and hold her beating heart in my hand. The look in her eyes told me she felt it and knew it ment bad things for her. Nothing that intrusive was needed however, all  I did was cut away most of the diaphram and watch as she found that her lungs didn't work anymore. Just as she was passing out I stabbed her through the left tit but it was just for show.

   Still another vise, wise tough street kid, mouthy, brash, very sure she is in control. Not now , not here, not ever again. The vise has been modified so a wrench is needed to open or close the jaws, bare hands are useless. She is bent over with her head in the jaws and they are tightened untill she screams from the pressure. I uncuff her and gently ask her to disrobe. She curses and tries to kick me. A small adjustment to the vise brings a change of behavior and she strips. Under the punk rags there's a nice body, full hips that invite me to try her. Her breasts must droop some when she stands but now hanging look quite large and shaply. I warn her to behave and run my hands over her body and explore her private parts. I hand her two dildos and order her to entertain me. I start with her ass and find her almost too tight for comfort but very nice. We play for hours and it is time to end the fun. Slow turns on the vise bring the pressure on her skull to unbearable hights an d her screams become just animal noises. I plug into her one last time as she fights to relieve the crushing force and just as I come I turn the wrench one more turn and the overloaded bone loses the fight to protect her brain.

   The only drowning I can remember [ I don't really like it - too fast] was on a cruse. I found a young couple anchored alone near a reef I often stopped at and I invited them for fun and games. The man refused untill I shot him then following his example the girl stopped refusing. I stayed as their guest for a day or two and the girl and I entertained each other. I thought that such generous  behavior deserved a reward so I took her scuba diving. At the bottom I tied her spread beween outcropings and set her tank on the bottom next to her. I removed her mask and as I enjoyed her body one last time I removed her mouthpiece. It was nice to watch and feel her try to hold off her onrushing fate but it was soon over as a stream of silvery bubbles signaled the end  and she inhaled seawater ,convulsed, and went limp around me.

   Hell kid, like I said, all I got anymore are memories. You seem interested in them. You ain't a hunter are you? Well if you want stop by again sometime and I'll tell you about some other ones. Maybe offer some tips too, never know when they might come in handy.