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Disclaimer: This story, while not describing real scenes of
sexuality and torture, introduces a new character who describes
his desire for these things.  If you are under 18, or if violent
imagery offends you, STOP READING NOW!!!  Also, this story is a
work of PURE FICTION AND FANTASY!  I wish no harm to the
celebrities that appear and do not intend for these stories to be
a threat against them.  I do not condone any of these practices
here in the real world.  If you take these stories seriously, you
are even sicker than I am! 

Finally, as always, PLEASE provide feedback on this story.  I
like how the series is developing, but I'm more concerned with
what my audience thinks.  I thrive on feedback, both good and
bad.  If you have suggestions or compliments, I will happily
accept them all.  Send all feedback to trapperauthor@yahoo.com.

Thanks, enjoy!
The Celebrity Dungeon Master
Chapter Three: Emma Watson

God, oh God, I just LOVE those young, hot slut bitches.  So, as I
looked down on one of my most favorite young, hot slut bitches
shivering and quivering in terror, stripped naked and trapped
behind the bars of my dungeon facility's cell 17, my heart, and
my huge cock, skipped a beat.

"Well, well, well, my young witch," I said to her with a crooked
smirk.  "It looks as though you've taken your last trip to
Hogwarts."  As I spoke these threatening words to 18-year-old
Emma Watson, she was sitting on her young English bum, as they
call it, holding her wrists in her hands, hugging her knees to
her small, yet supple chest.  I tell you, this girl had it all. 
If you recall from previous entries in my journals, a couple of
my favorite features on my rapees are youth and small tits. 
Although the small tits thing may put me in the minority among
men, I can't help myself; I'm into what I'm into.  And let me
tell you, this bitch had it all.  Youth.  Beauty.  Small, supple,
ripe chesticles that I would soon find out fit perfectly into the
palm of my hand.  A round, firm teenage ass with a tight hole
just begging to be torn to shreds by my impressive meat stick. 
One of the slimmest, tightest little bodies you will ever see. 
Yes sir, she had it going on.  What a pleasure it would be
ravaging and mutilating every inch of her.

As I introduced myself to Emma, she began shaking her head
stiffly back and forth,
letting go of her knees and holding her hands up in front of her,
trying to shield herself from my advances.  When I opened the
door to her cell, her angelic face took on a scrunched look of
abject terror and tears began streaming from her eyes.  She
immediately began begging me to back off.

"No, no please!  Please you can't do this!  Don't hurt me,
mister, please don't hurt me like you hurt the others!"  Emma
turned to each one of her cellmates individually, but they all
looked away, avoiding her eyes, unwilling to put themselves in
harm's way for a young lady they barely knew.  I also knew that
secretly they were all relieved I hadn't picked them, and that
their lives would last beyond this moment (though only for a
brief period of time, as I knew).  Seeing their seeming
indifference to her plight, Emma scrambled to her feet and
grabbed one of them, Lacey Chabert, by the shoulders.
"Lacey, please, please do something!  Don't let him take me away!
 Don't let him hurt me, please!  Save my life, Lacey, please save
my life!"  Lacey just shivered in her own nudity, still refusing
to look into Emma's face.  Emma was not about to give up,
though.

"God, Lacey, please help me!  You've got to do something!  GOD,
WHY WON'T ANY OF YOU HELP ME?!"  Emma grabbed Lacey on each side
of her face, lifting her eyes so she could no longer avoid
Emma's.  It was clear that there was a great deal of turmoil
going on behind Lacey's eyes.  She felt horrible for Emma.  It
seemed as if there was nothing more that she would like to do
than save the young girl's life.  But, at the same time, she had
seen firsthand what happened to naked little whores who tried to
get in my way, and she was too selfish and terrified to step in
front of the bullet for Emma.  Beginning to cry tortured tears of
her own, Lacey had only one thing to say to the begging girl
pleading for salvation.

"I I'm sorry."  It was as if the words were a death knell to
Emma.  It seemed to take her a few moments to accept that she was
all alone in this, but after she did, she let go of Lacey's face
and began screaming to God and Heaven above.  I had been watching
this little scene from my own little corner of the cell,
thoroughly enjoying the dynamics of this relationship.  As Emma
began her latest bout of wailing, however, I decided that I'd
waited long enough.  My cock and my own excitement just couldn't
stand to wait another minute to begin my torture of Emma Watson,
so I strode across the small cell, grabbed Emma around the upper
half of her left arm, and dragged her roughly away.

"PLEASE, JESUS, HEAR ME AND HELP ME!  DON'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN
TO ME, PLEASE SAVE ME NOW!  NO!  NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?  LET ME
GO, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?  LET ME GOOOOOOOOO! 
HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!  PLEASE WON'T SOMEONE HELP MEEEEE?  MY GOD,
HE'S GOING TO KILL ME WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME?  PLEASE, PLEASE
DON'T KILL ME MISTER!  I'LL DO ANYTHING, I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING
YOU WANT, JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"  God, her English accent
just made her sound so sweet.  One of the most entertaining
aspects of my work is the irony of these sluts begging for their
lives.  What they don't understand about people like me is that I
get off on that.  Hearing them scream and shriek actually turns
me on more.  It really heightens the intensity of each moment. 
And the louder and more desperately they scream, the hotter and
hotter I get.  Being human nature to survive by any means
necessary, nearly everyone, famous hot bitches especially, begin
begging and praying for their lives eventually.  It is part of
what makes my work so satisfying, both from a physical and an
emotional perspective.  Hearing Emma scream for me with that
cute, sophisticated accent only made the already familiar
experience twice as good.  I had to smile to myself, almost giddy
with anticipation, as I let her words ring out.

We were almost out of the common room (I had decided not to share
Emma's and my experience with the group the way I had with Famke
Janssen), ready to proceed through the rest of the facility, when
the usual chorus of voices rose up, shouting after Emma,
threatening me with what they would do if they escaped, saying
whatever they could to me change my mind.  There was one voice,
however, that rose about the rest.  Apparently regretful and
horrified at the decision she had made to let Emma be taken away,
Lacey Chabert screamed, "EMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAA!"  Her cries were
suddenly cut off, however, when the heavy wooden door slammed
shut behind us and I began leading Emma down the hallway.  We
walked the entire length of the main hall, past the room where I
had taken care of Emmy Rossum.  I think I heard Emma gasp a bit
when we walked past the open door and she saw the sheets of the
bed completely soaked through in blood.  I know I heard her
screams increase a bit when she saw the room which contained one
of my Iron Maidens, and her knees literally buckled when she saw
my crucifix room, complete with three full-sized wooden crosses.
I actually had to pull her back to her feet.  When we arrived at
the end of the hallway, there was a T-junction which continued on
to the right and the left.  I took the path to the left, which
led directly down a flight of stairs to the level below.  Coming
to a stop in front of the second door on the left, I pressed my
thumb to the plate on the wall and the iron door swung inward.  I
roughly tossed Emma through the doorway, though I was careful not
to leave a bruise.  I wanted her whole and clean when I started
with her.

I followed her casually into our room and pulled the door tight
behind me, making sure it was firmly locked.  As I turned to face
the room, I saw her staring in wide-eyed terror at the old
fashioned guillotine that stood directly at the foot of bed upon
which I would officially consummate our relationship.  Hearing
the door close behind her only increased Emma's terror, and she
immediately turned to me, got down on both knees, and took my
right hand into both of hers.

"Please, please mister.  Whatever you plan on doing to me, I'm
begging you not to.  I swear I'll do whatever you want.  If you
let me go, I won't I won't tell anyone.  I'll just disappear
forever.  You can tell all of those women that you killed me. 
Tell them I screamed.  Tell them I begged for my life.  Tell them
anything, just p-please don't kill me."  Looking down upon her,
my hardening cock just centimeters from her gorgeous face, and
listening to her beg for her life, I decided right then and there
that I would finally put my well-known sexual stamina into
practice.  My patience would be tested, but I was going to make
this one last.  Oh yeah, I was going to take Emma slowly, one
inch, one scream, one cock-massaging stroke at a time.  I was
going to be with Emma for a long time.  I could rest for as long
as I wanted when I was done with her.  It wasn't like the rest of
those whores upstairs were going anywhere.  Sweet Jesus, was I
going to enjoy this.  I pulled Emma slowly and gently to her
feet, putting my finger under her chin and lifting her eyes to
mine.  I wanted to seem kind and sympathetic, make her think I
was actually considering her offer.  As her face tensed and her
breathing quickened, I had only one thing to say to her.

"Honey, you just made my fucking day."  This clearly wasn't what
she expected me to say, as evidenced by the confused look on her
young face.  Before she had a chance to say anything, however, I
grabbed her by her skinny throat and heaved her into the far
corner of the room.  Her naked body slid the last 4 feet and
slammed into the spot where the 2 walls met.  I was on her in a
second, pressing my knee into her chest to keep her still.  She
couldn't really fight too much for the time being, because her
head was still ringing from being slammed into the stone wall,
but I didn't want to take any chances.  I wanted her secured as
quickly as possible.  Perhaps I should explain.

In this particular corner of the room, there were five small
shackles that extended from the walls.  They were not attached to
chains, as shackles so often are.  Rather, they were riveted to
metal plates that were screwed into the stone.  That way, they
provided absolutely zero room for freedom and movement.  I've
discovered over the years that one of the greatest unspoken fears
that people have, one which often sends them quickly into a
panic, is a complete inability to move.  This was the
psychological torture that I was looking to inflict with Emma. 
Each of the two walls had two shackles, one just above the floor
and one about two feet up.  The higher-up shackles, those meant
to hold the wrist in place, were three feet from the corner, a
perfect arm's length.  Those just off the floor, which were meant
for the feet, were about four feet out from the corner, the
perfect distance to secure around the victim's ankles.  The last
shackle was stuck right in the corner, four feet up from the
floor.  Each half of the shackle was screwed into each of the
adjoining walls.

Taking Emma's left arm, I locked her wrist in place, forcing her
arm to extend straight out along the wall.  I then did the same
with her right arm.  Moving on to her legs, I secured them one at
a time, sliding my hand up and down her smooth, milky thighs in
the process.  By the end of the procedure, she had begun to shake
the cobwebs from her addled brain and started to struggle.  By
then, however, it was far too late; I had her firmly in place. 
Now able to relax and slow down, I lifted her chin and locked the
final shackle into place around her neck.  It did not choke her
at all, but it did mean she was unable to move her head more than
a centimeter or two in any direction.  Standing up, I looked down
once more at Emma Watson in all her nude glory.  Her back and
head were squeezed firmly right into the corner of the room, and
her arms and legs her stretched straight out to either side,
locked to each wall.  Her appendages stood out at perfect right
angles to each other.  Unable to move her head properly, Emma
looked up at me with her eyes.

"Wh-what are you gonna do?"  God, there was that intoxicating
accent again.  I couldn't take it anymore I just had to get my
cock, now at full hardness, inside of her somehow.  Grabbing the
top of her hair in one hand and the shaft of my dick in the
other, I roughly slapped her as hard as I could with my
appendage, twice on each cheek.  I love the fact that I am big
enough for this to not only be humiliating, but painful as well.
I'm telling you, I left red welts on her face.

"Oh, God, please don't make me do thaaAAGHCK!  GUGH!  GUGH! 
HUUUAACK!  GHGHGHGH!"  Emma's pleas were suddenly cut off by my
king-sized invader.  She, like Emmy Rossum before her, seemed too
shocked to consider biting down, which was obviously a perk for
me.  It saved me some potential pain.  Continuing to keep one
hand holding a clump of her hair, I took my other hand and placed
it on the wall above my head, allowing me to lean forward and
relax a bit.  Determined to enjoy Emma Watson's mouth to the
fullest, I began fucking her throat with all my power.  At first,
I was only able to get about five inches in, but I didn't plan on
stopping until I had this 18-year-old, nubile little slut
deep-throating my 12-inch cock.  It was a lofty task, I know, but
I felt up to the challenge.

"Hhhoooooogh God, baby, that's nice.  Ooooh, your wet little
mouth feels so great sucking that big cock.  Swallow the whole
fucking thing girl.  Yeeeeeaaaaaahh that's it, gag on my fucking
cock.  Fuuuuuuuuck yeah that's it.  That's the way to fucking do
it, slut!  Oh if your mouth feels this good, I can't wait to get
that cock inside your young little teenage pussy!  Ooooh, and
that fucking ass!  Oh that ass is gonna be twice as loose when I
get done with it.  Yeeeah.  Oh, for right now, you can just keep
on choking on it, though bitch.  Choke on that big prick slamming
into your fucking face."  Just thinking back on how much I was
enjoying Emma's mouth (and we had only just begun, may I remind
you) makes my cock tingle again.  I can still feel how the top of
her throat massaged my cock head each time she gagged, which was
quite often.  Her jaw was locked open, probably getting sore from
how wide I forced it.  Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and
her face was turning nice and red.  By now I had about half of my
prick, approximately 6 inches, down her throat.  She looked down
her nose at just how much meat I had to offer her, and she raised
her eyes to mine, pleading with them to make me stop.

"FFFGGHGHGHGHGH! GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH!  NNNNNNPHPH!
BLBLBLBLBLBL! GUGH GUGH GUGH! SHTHUP, PEEE, SHTHUUUP!"  There was
nothing she could do.  It looked as though she was trying to pull
her head back from my oral invasion, but of course the wall
stopped that from happening.  Her ass squirmed back and forth on
the hard floor, apparently taking advantage of the tiny range of
motion I had left her.  All of it, however, was for naught, as my
cock was now dripping wet with Emma's saliva.  It was flowing in
sticky, white, bubbly trails from her mouth each time I pulled
back my hips, and more followed each time I rammed back into her.
 I had buried my 7th inch down her now, and she was alternating
rapidly between shutting her eyes tightly and opening them wide.
I think she was trying to blink away the tears that were still
forming.

"Uuuuugh yeaaaaaaah.  Oh you can try to get away, little witch,
but it ain't gonna happen.  Maybe this is what you fucking
deserve, you know?  Crazy people have said you'd be punished for
playing a witch and promoting devil worship, right?  Well, maybe
this is your punishment.  Hey, if so, I'm glad I get to
discipline you.  Damn, baby, that mouth feels good!  Oh, for such
a young little cunt you're fucking good at sucking cock!  Oh man,
can you give a fucking blowjob!  Yeeeeeeeaahhh keeping sucking
down more and more of that cock, bitch.  We ain't stopping until
my balls are on your chin!  Yeah, fuck yeah!"  I now had both
hands above my head, leaning into the wall.  I pounded and
pounded at Emma's mouth and throat, gradually making her dizzier
and dizzier as she became more and more deprived of oxygen.  8
inches down now, 4 still to go.  Deciding to move things along a
different way, I stopped thrusting my hips and simply pressed
forward into Emma's head, forcing another inch down.  When I
looked down, I could literally see her throat bulging from the
outside.  By the looks of things, I was halfway down the inside
of her neck.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!  MMM!  MMMMM! 
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH GUGH
GUGHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"  Emma's cheeks were puffed out as far as
they would go.  Her face was a deeper shade of red than before. 
She was definitely getting more desperate to get away.  Through
my brutalization, though, I made that an impossible dream.  

I eventually got my 10th inch into Emma's mouth.  It was at this
point that I paused in my advances and simply held my prick where
it was, pressed almost completely down her throat.  I could feel
her esophagus squeezing me.  She ceased making sounds at this
point and settled for merely looking up at me with her doe eyes
and crying.  The only noise that escaped her mouth was the
occasional gagging sound, which usually came about once every
10-12 seconds.  I couldn't believe she hadn't actually vomited to
this point, but then again, she had been sitting in her cell for
nearly 3 days before I got to her name on my list, and I had fed
her very little.  Maybe she just didn't have anything in her
stomach to puke up and was just dry-heaving.  Her captivity
likely increased her stress levels, which I hear makes your body
go into overdrive.  This may have sped up her digestive
processes, meaning it would take less time for her stomach to
empty.  Oh, damn.  There I go digressing again.  Forgive me, I'll
get back to the matter at hand, so to speak.  It's definitely "at
hand" for me as I'm writing this; my big cock is in my hand even
now, and I'm stroking it slowly as I reminisce about the good
times I had with Emma.  But seriously, folks...

I had been holding myself deep within Emma's throat for a good 30
seconds by now.  She was shaking her elbows and knees as much as
possible in their shackles, flexing her fists and curling her
toes, trying anything she could do with her body to bring her
some relief, some distraction from the pain that was now grinding
at her jaw and neck.  Her small baby titties where bouncing up
and down as her chest sucked in shallowly, grasping every ounce
of air her lungs could find.  As one full minute approached, I
began to withdraw my big tool.  I pulled it all the way out of
Emma's mouth, and she immediately began gasping and panting in
much needed relief.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh! Cough, cough!  Nguh, nguh,
nu-hu-hu-hu-nguh!  Oh God, oh God, mmnnugh, stuh-stuh-stop! Cough
huh huh huh!  Please stop huh huh huh huh huh!"  She could barely
get a word in she was gasping so hard.

"Stop?  Are you fucking crazy, baby?   We still got 2 more inches
to get down that little head of yours!  I told you, my balls will
rest on your chin, bitch!  You may as well open wide and try your
hardest, because we won't stop until that happens.  Even if means
you suffocate to death on my dick, you WILL deep throat me!"

"Nuh, nuh, nuh, no please!  I cah, cah, can't do it, huh, huh,
huh, huh, hugain!  PleAAAGUHG GUHG GUGH GUGH GUGH! 
MMMMMMMMNNNNNNUGHCK! GUCK! GUGHCK! GUGH!"  I was drilling into
her once again.  I had stretched and loosened her jaw and throat
muscles enough that my first 8 inches slid right through.  I had
to work for a few minutes to get the next 2 back in there.  They
were still moist with Emma's saliva from the last time she had
been sucking me, though, and eventually joined the rest of my
cock inside of her head.  Now was the time to simply commit to
finishing the job.  My first step was to slow the pace of my
thrusts to only one every 3 seconds or so.  This allowed me to
take a deep breath, load up, and pound myself into Emma's mouth
as hard as I possibly could.    I took my hands off the wall and
turned my fingers face down, so that I could grab a hold of each
side of her head.  This helped because I was now able to push her
head forward as I pumped my hips, adding just a touch more
strength and pressure.  It also meant that my arms were no longer
supporting my weight on the wall, and nearly my whole body weight
was leaning forward into Emma's face.  My intention was to
continue with this technique until I felt myself break through
whatever barrier it was that prevented my last 2 inches from
sneaking inside.  Unfortunately for Emma, it took a good 28 or 29
thrusts in this fashion to break that barrier.  Honestly, I have
no idea what it was, even to this day, but it was definitely was
something tangible and real that was blocking me, because I
literally felt it burst apart with my last and most powerful
thrust, and I finally sunk 11 inches of cock down Emma Watson's
throat.  Her eyes were bugging out of her head.  Now, I realize
people use that expression all the time, but there really is no
way to actually get what that means until you see it up close and
personal.  I mean, I could literally see the sides of her
eyeballs.  Her eye sockets were stretched so far that there was a
small black space between her skin and outside of her eyeball. 
The tiny red veins in her eyes were thicker and darker back
there.  When she shifted her vision in various directions, it was
like a whole new experience for me.  I could even see the muscles
that controlled the eyes bending and flexing inside her head.  I
mean literally.  Man, what a vision that face was.  I had never
seen it look so beautiful.

Once again, the only sounds Emma could get out were the wet,
slobbery choking sounds that so often accompany a cock in the
throat.  I thrust into her in the same way a few more times just
for good measure, then applied all the pressure I possibly could
and simply drove continuously forward while pushing her face
towards my stomach.  I looked down once again to see that tip of
my prick was once again bulging out of Emma's neck, and it was
basically down to the bottom of her esophagus.  The sight was so
exciting to me that my adrenaline spiked, I rammed my hips
forward and squeezed the sides of her face with all my
considerable might.  And with that, my balls did, in fact, come
to rest upon Emma Watson's chin.  Ladies and gentlemen, I have 3
words: Oh.  My.  Fucking.  God.  Honestly, if I could actually
find the words to describe the exhilaration, joy, and sexual
pleasure I felt from getting deep throated by Emma Watson, I
would win a Pulitzer Prize.  I know that none of you out there
will ever get to experience what I was experiencing, but I'm sure
you would all do the exact same thing that I did in that
situation: hold on for dear life and scream my pleasure aloud.

"OOOOOOHHHH MY FUCKING CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIST!  OH GOD BITCH YOU'VE
GOT 12 SOLID INCHES OF COCK DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!  OOOOOOOH
GOD IT FEELS SO FUCKING WARM AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD DOWN THERE IN
THAT HOT, WET LITTLE MOUTH OF YOURS!  JEEEEEEEEEESUS CHRIST I
CAN'T WAIT TO FUCK THAT PUSSY.  GODDAM I FUCKING LOVE YOU YOUNG,
HOT LITTLE SLUT BITCHES!  SUCK THAT FUCKING COCK, BITCH!
SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"  I held Emma there all through my joyous
tirade.  Given that her nose was now buried into my large
stomach, she was getting literally no air this whole time.  Her
face was instantly beet red, and it quickly turned purple.  She
continued to gag on my rod, only now the gags were coming every 3
to 4 seconds apart, and the incredible massaging effect that it
was having on me drove me wild.  I knew that I would have plenty
more to give.  In fact, I was positive that I would be rock hard
again in about 2 minutes, so I decided to let myself enjoy the
moment and allowed her gags to draw my first batch of cum right
out of me.  I had quite a debate raging in my head as to whether
or not I should pull out and spray my cum all over her pretty
little face, or if I should just stay put and shoot stream after
stream of man juice straight into her stomach.  After arguing
with myself for a short time, however, I thought, why not do
both?  She was close to passing out, anyway, which I didn't
really want her to do, so I decided to pump about 8 shots,
approximately half of my load, down her throat, then pull out and
empty myself all over her face.  She was so desperate for air
that when I started coming inside of her, I don't even think she
noticed.

"OH GOD BABY THAT CHOKING IS GETTING ME SO HOT!  SO FUCKING HOT!
SO FUCKING HOT THAT I'M GONNA COME!  GONNA COME FROM YOU SUCKING
ON MY BIG COCK!  OH GOOOOOOD HEEEEERRRRRRE I FUCKING
COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!  UUUUUUUUUUGH!  UUUUUUUAAAAAAOOOHH! 
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!  AAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOHH!  YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!
 FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAH OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!"  At
this point I could tell I was about half empty, so I pulled my
hips back and drew my shooting rod out of Emma's mouth, taking
her head forward with me.  My cock had swollen during the
ejaculation, and I was actually stuck inside of her throat for a
moment.  Soon enough, though, I was free and able to start
furiously stroking my dick and continue coming, now shooting my
white stuff onto Emma's face.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!"  The first stream stretched from her
chin up into her hair.

"YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHH!"  Another gob of cum went up her
nose.

"FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"  I shot one directly into her eyes.

"HHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"  The third went
into her mouth, and the fourth splashed in great force across her
face.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH
YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!"  I sprayed the rest wherever it
would go.  Emma shrieked and squealed and tried to turn her head
away from the onslaught, but her neck shackle made that
impossible.  All she could do was close her eyes tight and ride
it out to the end.  Desperately drawing air when she could, she
got caught inhaling some of my spray a few times, which she would
then choke on and cough uncontrollably.  By the time I had
finished having my orgasm, Emma's face was literally painted
white.  There wasn't an inch of her young, angel-like visage that
wasn't caked in man spunk.  Her hair was clumped and ragged with
the stuff.  It dripped from her chin, nose, and ears, getting
caught on her young breasts and flowing down to her tan,
oh-so-pinchable nipples.

Although I was empty of cum, I continued stroking my big cock,
more and more slowly until I was really just rubbing up and down
the length of it.  It showed absolutely no signs of going even a
little soft, which surprised even me.  I can always do my
business and be ready to go again within minutes, but there's
almost always at least a short time when my penis goes a bit limp
and prepares to go back to work.  Not this time, though.  It was
clear to me quickly that I was gonna be staying at full mast with
this one.  I guess Emma turned me on even more than I realized. 
Even so, there were a few torture techniques I wanted to run Emma
through before getting myself buried in her crotch.  My physical
pleasure would just have to wait while my psychological and
emotional pleasure took over.  Hell, I decided, it was only going
to turn me on further, making it that much better when I finally
did seal the deal.  I knew I was going to be fucking Emma Watson
for a good long time, so I could afford to wait for a while I
inflicted some horrible pain on her.  Kneeling down in front of
her, so that my face was now only a few inches above hers, I
watched as she continued to gasp desperately for air, spraying my
cum around her a bit as it dripped off her face.

"Pluh-pluh-please, m-m-m-m-m-make it stuh-stuh-stop.  Huh, huh,
huh, huh, please, huh, huh, huh, huh, no more!  Nguh, nguh,
nguhhm please please please."  Her voice was very different than
earlier.  It seemed that the 15 minute blowjob brutalization I
had inflicted on her throat had done some damage to her vocal
chords.  Emma's voice was raspy and broken, as if she had a bad
case of laryngitis.  She coughed and hacked, once even spitting
up a mouthful of blood and cum that landed on her thigh.  While
she blustered on, I unlocked all 5 of her restraints one at a
time.  Each of her arms fell limp to the floor when they were
released.  I undid her neck strap last, and when I did, Emma
slumped forward onto the floor.  She drew her legs in and pressed
her feet against the wall to which she had just been trapped. 
She slowly pulled herself along the stone floor, dragging with
her hands and pushing with her feet as she lay face down, still
coughing and wheezing.  She was headed for the door, but I made
no attempt to stop her.  I had no worries, given that, at this
pace, it would take her a good 3 or 4 minutes just to get across
the cell, and given the fact that the door was locked anyway. 
So, as I set up my first real torture for Emma Watson (not
counting the oral rape, of course), I let her go ahead and
pretend she had a chance in Hell of escaping.

The torture technique I had in mind for her is one of my personal
favorites.  It involves a pair of chains which hand from the
ceiling.  At the end of each of these chains is a thick,
stainless steel hoop.  The hoops open and close into themselves,
very similar to the shackles that had just held Emma to the wall.
 Essentially, they act like giant hoop earrings.  When they are
open, the adjoining ends are each razor sharp, perfect for
piercing flesh.  They are also retractable, so that with a simple
flip of a lever, the gears to which the chains are attached start
turning, pulling the chains, the hoops, and whatever (or
whomever) they may be attached to, up towards the ceiling.  They
are strong and durable enough to suspend up to 375 pounds, so I
was sure that Emma, who was not much over 100 pounds, would be
safe.

As Emma crawled away, I flipped the lever in the wall down, so
that the chains quickly descended from their holes in the ceiling
of the room.  They made an ominous clank clank sound as they got
lower and lower.  It reminds me of the sound a roller coaster
makes when the car is climbing a steep hill.  That repetitive,
metallic, slightly wooden sound that makes one realize something
big is about to happen.  Once the hoops reached floor level, I
picked each one up individually and unhooked them.  They met in
the middle by a series of locking teeth that held them in place.
A simple button on the hook served as a release mechanism, so
they were easy to open, but only if you know where the button is.
 It rests even with the rest of the metal, so it is difficult to
spot.  I also had little fear that Emma would be able to reach
these buttons and release herself even if she did find them.  I
planned on the area of hoop which held the button being inside of
her body.  Not to mention the fact that the position she would be
in would make it hard and painful enough already to lift or even
move her arms.

Once the hoops were undone and their sharp ends exposed, I walked
calmly over to Emma, who, to her credit, had made it nearly all
the way to the door leading to the hallway outside.  She seemed
to have a will, this one.  She was a fighter.  Good for her.  Her
escape was not meant to be, however, because before she could
move another inch, I had reached down, grabbed her right ankle,
and dragged her on her stomach back into the center of the room.

"Nooooooho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!" Emma cried, as she realized her
escape had been foiled.  "Nooooo please don't.  Please let me go,
I beg you.  Pleeeehe-he-he-he-he-heeeeease!"  I ignored her pleas
and rolled her onto her back.  I noticed that a lot of my cum was
no longer on her face.  Looking to the floor, I saw that much of
it had rubbed off as she rested her face down on the stone while
she moved across the room.  I also saw that there was a fair
amount on her hands.  Apparently she had tried to wipe as much of
my manjuice as possible from her face, although a healthy supply
remained, drying on Emma's cute face.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I'm just not planning on letting you go, bitch.
 I plan to do a lot of things to you, but releasing you is not
one of them."  Emma began weeping harder, and I knelt beside her
and picked up one of the metal hoops. 

"Hey, there, there," I said.  "If it helps, I'll tell you I'm
really enjoying our time together so far.  You know, I've been
looking forward to raping and killing you more than almost anyone
out there."  I spoke these words as if comforting a young child
who had just lost her puppy.  "You're really making my day better
Emma, honest.  Not everyone can say that very often.  It's a real
gift to be able to make someone feel better about themselves. 
You should be happy you can bring me this joy."  She sobbed and
looked deeply into my soul with her wet, puppy-dog eyes.

"Please..." she croaked in a tiny voice.  I only had one response
for her, and that was to push my knee into chest, holding her
firmly to the floor, then grab her shoulder with my left hand. 
With my right, I lined up one razor-sharp end of the open hoop
with the soft spot just below her clavicle, and began forcing the
hoop through Emma's right shoulder.  Her screams came before the
blood, but the blood soon began to flow as I pierced Emma's body
in a place I imagine she never expected to be pierced.

"AAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEEEEEEAAAAAASE
NOOOOOOOOOOO!"  She started flailing about like a fish out of
water, but my weight on her chest held her pretty still.  Still
enough, at least, that I was able to slip the hoop all the way
through her shoulder and out her back, just above the shoulder
blade.  After the piercing was complete, I snapped the hoop shut
by bringing the two ends together.  They met with a small click,
and the first part of Emma's newest torture was half-finished.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH IT HURTS IT HURTS PLEASE TAKE IT OUT! OH GOD OH
GOD PLEEEEEEEEE-HE-HE-HE-HE-HE-HEASE!"  I let the exquisite
sounds of her agony soak into my ears as I shifted to the other
side.  I moved my knee from holding her down only to replace it
with the other one, and then grabbed her left shoulder with my
right hand.  With my left hand this time, I pierced Emma's other
shoulder in the exact same way, in the exact same place.  Under
the clavicle in front, above the shoulder blade in back.  Her
screams doubled as her torture did the same.

"AAAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!  STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! OH GOD
PLEASE MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOP!  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
TAKE THEM OUT PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"

"No, I just can't take them out, honey.  Don't you see?  We've
only just started with this phase.  The best is yet to come,
you'll see.  I hope for your own sake you don't weigh very much!"
 I said with a sadistic undertone.  I doubt Emma knew what I
meant, but she soon would.  Preparing to raise the lever in the
wall and really begin torturing her, I took a moment to slide
down her body and place my hand over her baby pussy.  She was not
into shaving it, as the revealing photos online proved (God, did
she look hot in those see-through panties!), but I like a little
grass on the field just as much as a bald pussy, so I didn't
mind.  I rubbed hard and slow along her mound, loving knowing
that I would have my cock in there soon enough.

"Ooooooh, shit baby.  Mmmmmmm that pussy is so inviting.  God I
can't wait to get this massive cock in there.  I guess a few
fingers will have to do for now," I said as I slipped three of my
fingers inside her.  Holy shit she was tight.  She may even have
been a virgin I'm telling you, she was that tight but somehow I
doubted it.  She was 18, after all.  Emma squeaked and squeezed
her thighs together in response to the digital invasion of her
crotch, trying to force my hand out of her, but it was no good. 
I was insistently forcing myself up into her, rubbing my fingers
up and down the inner walls of her young vagina.  She was still
pretty dry, but I would wet her down before the official rape
began.  As I mentioned before, I don't like dry pussy.  It's
pretty uncomfortable, in case you're wondering, and I didn't have
my Razor Cock to lube her up with blood this time.  A little
foreplay would have to do.

Eventually deciding I had violated her long enough (for now), I
withdrew my fingers from her not-so-dry-anymore cunt and brought
them to my nose.  I inhaled her scent deeply, and she smelled
delicious.  It was like strawberries mixed with Bailey's Irish
Cream.  I stuck my fingers in my mouth, sucking her yummy juices
from my hand.  I then reached down and forced my fingers into her
own mouth, making her taste herself.  She screwed her eyes shut
and tried to shy away, but I pulled my fingers out soon enough. 
The time had arrived.  I couldn't put it off any longer. 
Standing up and hovering over Emma, I stomped down on her soft
stomach as I took my first step towards the wall with the lever.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaagh!" she grunted, and bent over at
the waist, drawing her knees up to her chest.  She struggled to
catch her breath, and while she did so, I placed my hand on the
lever.

"Like I said, slut: I hope for your sake you aren't too heavy,
because this is gonna hurt no matter what!"  And with that, I
pushed the lever to the "Up" position.  Immediately, the chains
began to retract into the ceiling, making that wonderful roller
coaster noise I described earlier.  Before ten seconds had
passed, over half of the slack in the chains had been pulled
tight, and it was at this point that Emma actually realized what
was going on.

"Omigod, omigod NOOOOO!  NOOOOO YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!  STOP
IT, MAKE IT STOP! OH GOOOD HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP! 
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"
By now the chain was almost completely taut, just a few links
remained loose.  I stood back and watched the action, slowly
stroking my prick in pleasure at the sight before me.  Another
five seconds passed and the chains were completely void of any
slack.  They were waving back and forth in the air when they
suddenly jerked straight, yanking the hoops imbedded in Emma's
shoulders upward with them.  Instantly, the gears slowed under
the strain of the extra weight they now lifted, more blood
spurted from the  holes in Emma's shoulders, and her shrieks
reached deafening levels.  Man, if I were ever to go deaf, what a
way to go.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"  She had
still been lying on her back when the hoops kicked in, and her
upper body was now lifted to about a 30 degree angle from the
floor, while her legs remained flat to the ground.  Her arms hung
limp, the back of her hands resting on the floor.  If she had
been able to think clearly, she would have stood up straight, at
least temporarily easing the strain on her shoulders.  Due to the
utter agony now engulfing her, however, she was not really in a
straight-thinking frame of mind.  So, she just lay there as the
chains continued to lift her off the ground.  At almost a 45
degree angle now, her feet were finally flat to the ground, but
not for long as the chains continued to rise.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD OOOOOOH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  Oh, I
can still hear it when I dream.  Emma was now straight up and
down and still rising.  Her toes clung to the floor for as long
as they could while her shoulders were lifted up close to her
ears, when, finally, and with excruciating pain for her and
pleasure for me, they too were lifted from the floor.  Emma
flexed her feet and toes trying and straining to touch solid
ground again, but it was not to be.  Emma Watson was now being
suspended in midair by the hoops that pierced through her
shoulders.  It was for this reason that I placed them underneath
the clavicle bone.  That way, the weight of the victim's body
rests on solid bone, rather than skin and muscle, which are
likely to rip straight through under the strain.  With the hoops
properly in place, however, as they were with Emma, there was
little danger of a sudden fall.

Emma's body continued to rise.  Her head was thrown back as far
as it would go, and she was wailing open-mouthed towards the
heavens above.  Her legs took turns bending upwards, lifting one
foot at a time slowly towards her round little ass.  Finally,
when she was hanging about two feet from the ground, I pushed the
lever down to its middle position, locking her in place.  She
swung back and forth as her legs began kicking more furiously. 
This only lasted for a few kicks, however, as she realized doing
so only forced more pressure down on her ravaged shoulders. 
Meanwhile, her screams continued...

"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! 
LLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEET MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWN! 
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAA! 
MUUUUUUMMMMYYYYYYYYYY! DAAAAAAAAAADDYYYYYYYYYYY! 
PLEEEEEEEAAAAASE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"  She was
alternating between wailing, screaming, and crying, sometimes
doing all three at the same time.  Her head was rolling forward
and back ever so slowly, seemingly looking for the position that
would cause her the least amount of pain.  She had lifted her
hands up to hold onto the chains, likely trying to pull herself
up a bit and ease some of the pressure, but it likely
accomplished very little.  I just stood and stared at the
gorgeous vision before me, continuing to rub my shaft and soaking
up every moment of my spectacular life.  Slowly I walked right up
to her and stopped inches from where she hung.  I looked up into
her eyes.

"It hurts, doesn't it bitch?" I asked her.
"Oh my God, it hurts so much!"  She looked straight into my eyes.
 "Please, please let me down, I can't take it!  God, my
shoulders, my fucking shoulders!"  Hearing her pained curses and
pleas was music to my evil ears.  "Please, mister, please God,
just let me down.  I'll do whatever you want, I'll give you
anything.  Just please let me do-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hoooown!"

"Oh, don't worry, bitch.  You're going to do whatever the fuck I
want anyway.  Why should I let you down?  What's in it for me,
especially when I'm loving seeing you like this as it is?"  She
closed her eyes, let her head fall back again, and continued to
cry.  I, meanwhile, had greater plans in mind, so, as Emma
suffered in her restraints, I casually strolled over to the bed
and picked up the cat-o-nine-tails that rested upon it.  The end
of each tail was tied off with a tight leather knot that was
guaranteed to leave a solid bruise on its victim, possibly even
break the skin.  Emma was hanging with her back to the bed, so
she could not see what I was doing, but she tried to turn her
head so that she could.  Because of the way the chains held her
in the air, she couldn't twist far enough around to see anything,
but I clued her in as to what was happening.

"So, what do you think, Emma?  100 lashes ought to do it, right?"
 Giving her a few seconds to absorb what I said and try to work
out what it meant in her head, I took a few deep breaths, shook
my arm loose to prepare for the tiring workout it would be
getting, and wound up for my first swing.  Emma was still
straining to turn her head and see what I was doing when the
first strike came crashing down against her lower back.  The
sound echoed through the room.  CRRRRAAAAAAAAACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"  Taking in the
sight of the nine brand new red welts that instantly popped up on
her back, I wound up for a second swing."  CRRRRAAAAAAAAACK! 
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
CRRRRAAAAAAAAACK!  CRRRRAAAAAAAAACK!  CRRRRAAAAAAAAACK!  Again
and again I brought the vile whip slamming into her back.  I
dedicated the first ten lashes she received to her back.  By the
time I reached lash number seven, her entire back was flaming
red, and I was simply adding to the layers of bruising.  Lash
number nine sprayed a couple streams of blood back onto my face.
With lash number ten, I moved upwards to crash the whip into her
shoulders, which were, of course, already in extreme pain.  Blood
sprayed from the piercings around the hoops, and halfway through
her latest scream, Emma passed out cold.  Her chin fell limp
against her chest, her legs stopped kicking, and she simply swung
slowly to and fro from the power of my brutal attack.  I decided
to take a minute or two to rest my arm.  After all, we still had
90 lashes to go!  Strong I may be, but I'm not Superman, for
God's sake.  I also believed that if I let Emma "rest," then my
next assault would stir her from her unconscious state, bringing
her fully back to reality.  Once I began my next series of
strikes upon Emma's naked, milky skin, this one concentrated on
her firm ass, my assumptions proved to be true.  It took three
full lashes before she awoke, but awake she did.

"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE STOOOOOOOOOOP
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"
Her ass was quickly turning the same shade of red as her back.  I
loved the way that I jiggled every time my whip made another
violent contact.

"STOP?  ARE YOU CRAZY, YOU FUCKING YOUNG ENGLISH COW?  WE'RE NOT
EVEN CLOSE TO STOPPING!  I TOLD YOU, YOU'RE GETTING 100 LASHES,
YOU FUCKING CUNTRAG!  WE'RE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO HALFWAY, SO JUST
HANG THERE AND FUCKING TAKE IT!  YOU HEAR ME, BITCH?  HANG! 
THERE!  AND!  FUCKING!  TAKE IT!"  With each word in this last
sentence, I punctuated my voice with a crashing blow to Emma's
ripe ass.

I wish I could walk you through every last one of Emma's 100
lashes.  Oh yes, we went all the way up to 100.  I even added an
extra one for good luck.  Unfortunately, there is much more about
my exploits with her for me to get to, so I'll give you the short
version.  Lashes 21-40 were concentrated on Emma's firm stomach.
She passed out again after lash 37 but I rested again and allowed
her to recover.  Lashes 41-70 (yes, 30 of them) focused on Emma's
ripe little titties.  They weren't so ripe and little when I was
done with them.  By the time we were finished, they were raw,
bleeding, cracked, and swollen.  A few chunks of her left breast
had been ripped away by the force of my whipping, and blood
flowed freely from the wounds.  71-80 landed on Emma's legs. 
81-90 landed once again on her back.  It was the last ten lashes,
however, that really took the cake.  Each and every one of the
final lashes landed directly on Emma Watson's tight little pussy.
 I don't exaggerate when I say that, through the last ten
whippings I have her, Emma passed out six times.  She never
lasted longer than two lashes in a row before the pain
overwhelmed her young, immature, and tortured brain and she
simply shut down.  Twice I had to throw a bucket of ice water on
her face to bring her around again.  And can I describe the
spectacular commentary Emma was adding to the scene?  Well, I
guess it sounded something like...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

...Yeah, I guess that's pretty much what she had to say.  After
the 100th lash (and, of course, the extra one for good luck),
Emma's screams carried on for a good minute.  I let her continue
while I rested my arm one last time.  Boy, was it sore!  Once
Emma's screams ended, she continued to cry very loudly while she
hung from the ceiling.  The holes in her shoulders were now
bigger, the skin on the outside and muscle on the inside having
been stretched and pulled from the constant swinging my lashes
had caused Emma's body.  Even four full minutes after I stopped
and continued to just rest my arm and catch my breath, Emma's
body was still swinging back and forth in slow arches.  Finally,
I felt well-rested enough to walk up to Emma and say the words
that she had been longing to hear.
"Well, cunt, I guess it's about time to let you down."

"Please, please God let me down.  Please.  Please.  Please. 
Please God just let me dooooowwwwwn!"

"If you insist.  You know, all you had to do was ask nicely this
whole time.  I would've let you down in a second!" I told her
with a twisted laugh.  I kept laughing as I walked over the lever
in the wall and prepared to lower Emma back to the floor.  It was
now very soon before I would fuck the living daylights out of
her, so I didn't want to waste too much time.  I had one small
thing that I needed to do first...

"Oh, by the way, cunt.  There's something I've just been dying to
do ever since you got up there, and since I'm about to let you
down, this may be my last chance to do it.  So, here goes...!" 
With that, I suddenly pushed the lever down, releasing the lock
on the chains and sending Emma crashing towards the floor. Just
as suddenly, however, I threw the lever back into the lock
position, bringing the chains, hoops, and Emma to a very sudden
stop about one foot off the ground.  I could literally hear a rip
expand in Emma's skin, and her left clavicle broke under the
instant great strain that was put to it.

"AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!  YOU
PROMISED OH GOD YOU PROMISED!  LET ME DOWN LET ME DOWN LET ME
DOWN LET ME DOWN LET ME DOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWN!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"  After leaving her
bouncing and swaying there for about ten seconds, I released the
lever again, sending Emma crashing to the floor.  She crumpled
upon impact and smacked her head very hard on the solid stone
floor, one last time knocking her out cold.  As she lay
unconscious once more, I turned the hoops in her shoulders so
that the button that unlocked each of them was exposed (remember
I had made sure that part was imbedded inside the shoulder).  The
metal itself was greasy with blood, and they were very slippery
in my hands.  Eventually, though, I was able to get them under
control and depress each button, unlocking the teeth that held
the two sharp ends of the hoop together and opening the hoops.  I
then removed them from Emma's shoulders, tossed them aside, and
moved to push the lever on the wall back to the "Up" position. 
This time the chains quickly rose up into the ceiling, once more
making that wonderful clack clack noise, until they disappeared
from sight.  That job being done, I walked once more over to
Emma's inert body lying on the floor.  I bent down, slipped my
arms underneath her, and lifted her up under her ass and her
shoulders.  I carried her like a husband carries a bride across
the threshold, only she hung limp in my arms.  Her head fell back
so that her face was pointing upside down towards the wall.  Her
arms hung limp below her, bouncing enticingly with each step I
took.  Her feet also hung uselessly below her.  When I reached
the bed, I tossed her roughly onto it, then climbed aboard.  My
heart was racing in anticipation of the fucking I was about to
receive, and I roughly mauled her little titties, rubbed my hands
all over her battered and bruised stomach, and copped another
feel of her tight little mound.  I once more stuck my three
fingers inside of her, though a little more roughly this time.  I
wanted to get her juices flowing as much as possible.  I've
noticed that slut bitches often become sexually aroused, and
therefore wet, even during brutal rape sessions, and I wanted to
make sure that happened here with Emma.  I intended for the time
I spent fucking the shit out of her to be some of my happiest
memories ever, and I didn't want a dry pussy tainting that at
all.

As my fingers probed all around her squishy insides, Emma began
to stir and squirm, though she did not fully awaken yet.  My
breath was coming in rapid bursts I was so turned on, and my cock
has literally throbbing with each heartbeat.  The head of my
prick was dark purple, almost ready to burst with so much blood
flowing to it.  But still I waited.

"Hey!  Hey you young little slut bitch, wake the fuck up!" I
ordered.  But Emma still would not awaken.  I decided I needed to
force the issue a bit more.  So, rather than continue jilling her
off with merely three fingers, I slipped my pinky, then my thumb
inside of her cunt.  That sure began to get her juices flowing
more.  When she still did not wake up, however, I figured it was
time for drastic measures.

"Do you hear me, you little whore?  I said wake the fuck UP!"  I
emphasized the last word by clenching my hand into a fist and
punching it deep inside of Emma's pussy.  I met some pretty
serious resistance, but after a couple of punches, I was buried
up to me wrist.  My eyes and mouth went wide with the thrill of
knowing that I was actually fisting Emma Watson's tight little
young twat, and I increased the speed and pressure of my
assault.

"uuugh...uuuugh..uuh-hugh-huh-hu-huuuuUUUAAAAAOOOOGH!  WHAT WHAT
ARE YOU DOING?  OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?  TAKE IT OUT
PLEEEEASE!  UUUUUUUUUGGGHH!"  She really began bucking and
shouting when I started to twist my fist back and forth around
the wrist, as well as continuing to pound it in and out of her
tight (well, not so tight anymore) cunt.

"Jesus Christ, baby, do you realize that my whole fucking fist is
up your pussy right now?  That tight little twat is taking my
whole hand!  God, you turn me on so fucking much, you little
whore, I just gotta fucking have you!  I need you!  Goddam, I
can't fucking wait to fuck you!"  Emma must have been in some
pretty severe pain down below, considering the brutal whipping
her pussy had taken during the time she had been suspended from
the ceiling.  Her entire body, from her feet up to her neck, as
covered in angry red welts.  Blood was oozing from several points
of impact where one of the leather knots had broken her skin. 
There was no blood coming from her pussy (although that was
likely to change soon when I got my sizeable cock in there), but
it was juicing up nicely from my fisting.  It was getting looser
and wetter every time I punched her cervix and twisted my hand
around, really getting ready to take my rock solid invader.  And
let me tell you, my rock solid invader was more than ready for
her cunt.

"God, that's it, that's fucking it bitch!  I can't fucking wait
anymore!  I hope you're wet and loose enough in there, you cunt,
because it's time for us to fuck!"  I really couldn't take
another torturous second of my cock not pounding Emma's pussy. 
It just wasn't fair that I should have to endure another moment.
I yanked my fist out of her cunt, and in one last act of
humiliation and abuse before we got to the fucking, I unclenched
my fist and open-hand slapped her across the face, twice on each
cheek, then smeared my palm all over her face, forcing her to
smell and taste herself.  Her own pussy juices were now smeared
and mixed with my cum that was dried and crusted to her face, and
she had a nice shiny glow that made her look even more beautiful
and fuckable than ever before.  Yes sir, the time was NOW!

"Ready, bitch?  Huh, you ready to fucking feel this big old cock
inside of you?  Well, I don't really care whether you are or not,
because it's going in.  Yeah, it's going in that tight little
cunt hole of yours.  I bet you've never had one this big, have
you?  Yeah, well don't you worry most bitches haven't.  But you
should worry about what it's gonna fucking do to you.  I'm
telling you, slut, this cock is going to rip your insides the
fucking shreds, and I'm gonna love every fucking second of it!" 
This whole time I had been forcing Emma's milky white and bloody
red gams apart, holding them open with my legs.  I cared little
for what she did with her hands.  She tried in vain to slap me
away and fend me off, but my overwhelming strength was just too
much for her.

"Please!  Please mister please don't rape me!  Please you've
already hurt me so much, please don't do this!  Please, please,
PLEASE I'M A VIRGIN!"  And that was it.  One of my earlier
suspicions, one which I had dismissed as very unlikely, was just
proven true.  I mean, what reason would Emma have to lie about
that in this situation?  I knew as soon as she said it that it
was the truth.  My eyes went wide, I came to a frozen halt for a
moment, and I looked directly into her eyes.

"Virgin?  Did you say you're a virgin?"  She quickly nodded her
head, tears and cum falling onto the soft pillow below.  "Oh my
God, you little bitch, you have no idea how happy you just made
me!"  And without warning, without hesitation, without pausing to
ease my way in, I grabbed my cock and shoved the first seven
inches inside of Emma Watson's pussy.

Oh.

My.

God.

I'm telling you, if I had died right then, I literally would have
died the happiest man ever on the face of the Earth.  As it so
happened, though, I didn't die, which, luckily for me, allowed me
to angrily fuck the absolute living daylights out of Emma.  Yes,
I said angrily.  Sometimes when I just really get going and get
into a rape, I find myself just hating the bitch I'm fucking. 
This always makes my rapes so much more brutal and painful for
the victim, but soooooo much more enjoyable for me.

The instant my cock entered her pussy, I smashed straight through
her hymen and immediately began pounding away with everything I
had.  I didn't go too fast yet, but the strength of each thrust
was incredible.  Emma, from beneath me, arched her back, threw
her head back, and opened her mouth and eyes as wide as they
would go.  No sound escaped her lips for a while, but her neck
was stretched taut, her skin was deep red from the strain, and a
few veins were even popping out of her forehead.  Her brain, due
to the shock of the sudden invasion, seemed incapable of firing
the proper electrical signals to make her start screaming right
away.  Soon enough, however, those signals began working as well
as ever, and Emma Watson's voice worked again.

"AAAAAA!  AAAAAAHH!  HAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!  NOOOOOO NOOOOOOO NOOOOOO!
STOOOOP!  AAAAAAHAAAAAAAH!  HAAAAAAAA!  AAAAAAAAA!  OH GOD IT'S
TOO BIG!  IT'S TOO BIG FOR ME PLEEEEEEEEEASE!  PLEEEEEEEASE TAKE
IT OUT, MAKE IT STOP!  AAAAAAAGHGHGH!  HUUUUUUUAAAAAAAH! 
NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  I'm
telling you folks, the tightness of her body, combined with the
unbelievable tightness of her no longer virgin cunt, combined
with her cute little accent, combined with her sheer and utter
terror and agony; well, I just can't find the words.  I'll just
let Emma continue to describe it for you.

"WWWWWAAAAAAAAHH!  HHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!  HAH! HAH! HAH! HAH!
HHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  TOO BIG TOO BIG TOO BIG TOOOOOOOO
FUUUUCKIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG!  OH GOD I
CAN'T I CAN'T I CAN'T TAKE IT!  NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOO! HAH! HAH! HAH!
HHUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAH! PLEASE PLEASE
PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  Pretty good
description, right?  As for me, if you can't tell already, I was
having the time of my life.  I rested my body on tops of hers,
and pinned her arms above her head.  With all of my body weight
lying on her, Emma's movements were largely irrelevant. 
Occasionally she would twist her hips this way or that, but that
only served to massage my prick in a different manner, which just
made that much better for me.

"Oh my fucking God, bitch.  Oooooooooohhh you having no fucking
idea how good it feels raping that tight little pussyyyyyyyyyyyy!
 Fuck oh FUCK that feels good.  Shit, baby, your cunt is
squeezing my dick so nice!  Fucking hell I could cum right now. 
But don't worry, slut; I'm gonna keep this up for a
looooooooooong time!  Oh God, bitch, how's it feel, huh?  How's
it fucking feel to have that huge cock ramming into your tight
little pussy?  How's it feel to know that your first fuck will be
your last fuck?  That you're losing your cherry to a fucking
sadistic rapist?  That you're gonna FUCKING DIE TODAY?!?! 
Oooooooooooooh FUCK that feels good.  So nice and tight.  Ooooh
shit you're pretty wet down there, honey.  You know what that
means?  That means this shit turns you on.  That means that
you're getting off on getting your pussy raped by my big dick!"

"NOOOOOOO, NOOOOOO I'M NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! PLEASE PLEASE STOP
YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Shut the fuck up, slut!  You are!  You are getting off on this!
Jesus Christ you make me fucking sick!  What kind of sick bitch
would get off on being raped?  YOU FUCKING DISGUST ME, YOU LITTLE
PIG!  OOOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, HUH?  HOW DO YOU
LIKE MY BIG MANLY COCK TEARING UP THAT YOUNG LITTLE TEENAGE
VIRGIN PUSSY?  FUCK YOU, EMMA!  FUCK YOU, YOU SICK FUCKING WHORE
OF A CUNT.  I HATE YOU!  I HATE ALL YOU FUCKING BITCHES AND
WHORES!  TAKE IT, BITCH!  TAKE THAT FUCKING COCK DEEP INSIDE YOU!
 TAKE IT LIKE THE LITTLE TEENAGE SLUT WHORE YOU FUCKING ARE! 
FUCKING TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"  As my voice got
louder and angrier, my fucking motions got harder and harder. 
Like I said, I love an angry fuck.  It just makes me feel like
I'm asserting my unquestionable dominance over my rape pigs that
much more.  I swear to God, I was pumping into her as hard as I
could; as hard as I ever have in my entire life.  No joke.  Part
of my inspiration for such a hard pounding was that the head of
my cock was meeting with some resistance deep inside Emma's
pussy.  Apparently her tight virgin pussy just needed a little
extra encouragement to loosen up.  As it was, I was only able to
fit about nine inches inside of her, but, like with her mouth, I
was determined to bottom out.  I vowed to not change positions
(because I planned to have her in a LOT of different positions,
as you'll soon see) until our hips her pressed into each other
and my balls slapped into her ass a few times.  Under no
circumstances was I stopping until I had bottomed out in her. 
Fortunately for me, and unfortunately for Emma, that would take
quite a while, and I was prepared to go all day.  I mentioned
once that I've gone for three straight hours before, and even
then I forced myself to cum before I really needed to because I
had an appointment that evening.  Therefore, I knew that I could
keep going with Emma for twice as long as that if necessary. 
Meanwhile, as my powerful thrusts were dialed up a notch, so too
were the decibel levels of Emma's desperate cries.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD OH MY GOOOOOOOOD STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"  I couldn't
believe she was still begging me to stop.  I mean, did she really
think I was going to stop at this point?  "PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAASE
GOOOOOOOOOOOD NO MOOOOOOORE!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! AAAH! AAAH! 
AAAH!  HAUCK!  HAUCK!  GUGH!  GUGH!
HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO NO!
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  Emma was a big
fan of the word "no," it seemed.  I guess she had been raised to
actually believe that "no" means "no."  Personally, I don't
really subscribe to that philosophy.  I know, shocker, right? 

"HHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAH!  AAAAH!  AAAAAAH!  WHYYYYYY? 
WHYYYYYYYYYYY?  WHA-HA-HA-HA-HYYYYYYYYYYYY?"  She was starting to
sound like a British Nancy Kerrigan being clubbed on the knee.

"MUMMMMMMMY-HE-HE-HE-HE-HEEEEEE! 
DAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HADDYYYYYYYYYYY!  SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! 
PLEASE GOD SOMEONE UP THERE HEEEEEEEEEEELP
MEEEEEEE-HE-HE-HE-HE-HEEEEEEEEEEEE!"  Although it sounded as if
she were speaking to Heaven with her "someone up there" cries, I
actually think she was hoping one of her fellow captives upstairs
would come to her rescue.  And you know what?  Even through the
thick doors, down the long hallway, and down the stairs, I heard
voices from upstairs.  They were muffled, but I could make them
out even over the noise of Emma's wailing.

"Emmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Emma baby we hear you!"

"Hold on, Emma, just hold on sweetie!"

"I CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T!  I CAN'T TAKE IT PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEE!
OH GOD HE'S KILLING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"  Apparently Emma
heard the voices of support as well.

"Emma!  Emma can you hear us?  Emma baby we're there with you
honey just don't give in!  Fight, honey, please fight!  Just hold
onto us, Emma, we're there with you!"

"Please Emma we love youuuuuuuuuuuu!  We love you honey just
please hold on!

"Emma I'm sorry!  Oh God I'm so sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!  Oh God
please be okay!  Emmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Forgive
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

I distinctly heard the voices of Jessica Alba, Sarah Michelle
Gellar, Carrie Underwood, Jennifer Aniston, and Lacey Chabert. 
Lacey was the one who was so desperately apologizing and begging
for forgiveness.  Somehow, I think Emma had more pressing matters
to worry about.

"Hah!  You hear them, you worthless rag?  They can't fucking help
you now!  Fuuuuuuuck oh fuuuuuuck that pussy is so nice to rape!
Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaahh!  Yeah squeeze the pleasure right out of that
cock.  Yeah, you heard me, those worthless bitches upstairs can't
fucking help you!  They're stuck up there in their cells and
you're stuck down here with just me and my prick. 
SSSShhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiit yeah!  Take that goddam rape rod
inside your little teenage pussy!  That's right, just you, me, my
prick and all these wonderful devices.  Fuck oh FUCKING
MOTHERFUCKER FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!  OH THIS IS THE BEST PUSSY I'VE
EVER RAPED!  TOO BAD YOU'RE GONNA DIE, BITCH, 'CAUSE YOU WOULDA
MADE SOME BOYFRIEND VERY HAPPY WITH THIS CUNT!  OOOOOOOHHH I'M SO
FUCKING HAPPY I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO'S EVER GONNA USE IT!"  The
power of my pounding was incredible.  I can't even imagine the
pain and agony Emma was feeling, especially after having her
pussy whipped as brutally as she did.  Meanwhile, I had
successfully loosed her up so that 11 inches were now inside, and
I was getting deeper with each thrust.  It seemed incredible to
me that this virgin hole would soon be taking my entire manstick,
when Emmy Rossum's hole, which had seen its fair share of
visitors, had only taken about eight inches.  Then again, I
thought, I wasn't quite as enthusiastic with that one as I was
with this one, so I may just not have cared as much with Emmy. 
With Emma, though, my mind was made up.  I was going for broke!

"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh God, ooooohhhh yeeeeaaaaaaaaaah, baby!  Oh,
I'm so close.  So fucking close!  So fucking close to burying
this entire prick all the way up your virgin little teenage
hoooooooole!  Oh God, are you still getting turned on, bitch? 
You are, aren't you?  YOU DIRTY LITTLE EVIL GIRL HOW DARE YOU
FUCKING GET TURNED ON BY THIS SHIT!  FUCK YOU WHORE!  FUCK YOU,
YOU SCUMMY LITTLE TEENAGE WHORE!  OOOOOOHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
YEEEEEESSSSSS THAT'S IT!  THAT'S IT I FUCKING DID IT!  OH FUCK I
GOT THAT WHOLE FUCKING COCK UP YOUR PUSSY!  FEEL THAT BALLSACK
SLAPPING INTO YOUR LITTLE ASSHOLE?  YOU FEEL MY HIPS GRINDING
INTO YOURS AND LEAVING FUCKING BRUISES ALL OVER YOU?  YOU ARE THE
DIRTIEST, MOST DISGUSTING, SICKEST LITTLE CUNT I'VE EVER RAPED! 
YOU FUCKING DESERVE THIS, YOU BITCH!  FUCK YOU! 
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!"  Once I
had finally bottomed out, I started fucking Emma's pussy faster
and faster.  I was only pulling out about halfway before ramming
myself all the way into her again.  Still pinning her hands above
her head, I let me legs lie flat on the ground and pushed my
upper body up about 45 degrees.  I was still able to look
directly into Emma Watson's gorgeous, angelic teenage face, so
beautifully twisted and distorted with pain, and was able to
increase my rhythm within her.  After a few minutes in this
position, beautifully punctuated by more of Emma's screams, I
pulled myself up on my knees and rested her feet over my
shoulders.  Holding onto her thighs for support, I started
increasing the length of my thrusts while not giving up an ounce
of speed.  I would pull out so that my cockhead was just inside
her entrance, then ram it all the way back home again.  God, have
I told you how good Emma Watson's cunt feels?

I soon found my knees sliding out from under me every few
seconds, and I would have to stop for a moment to regain my
balance.  Eventually I got tired of this, so, still keeping her
legs thrown over my shoulders, I leaned all my weight forward. 
Her knees were now touching her chin and smashing her small tits
into her chest, and I grabbed each of her ankles for support. 
Locking my elbows, I rested all my weight on Emma's legs, so that
her feet were touching the ground over her head.  She was
literally folded in half.  She was still young and pliable, so I
was able to stretch her this way only damaging her tendons a
little bit.  It must have been pretty painful, though, as her
wails increased once again.

"NOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO ME!  PLEASE THAT HURTS THAT
REALLY HUUUUUUUUUUUUUURTS!  MY LEGS OH GOD MY FUCKING
LEEEEEEEEEEEGS!  LET GO, PLEASE GOD LET GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  I,
of course, had no intention of letting go.  We kept on this
fashion for another ten minutes, me continuously drilling her
with my rod, she continually wailing and screaming for me to
stop.  I took my time with her, slowing down every so often to
prolong the experience.  Going nice and slow sometimes makes the
moment seem more sensual to me, like my pig and I are actually
making love, rather than me raping the holy hell out of her. 
Eventually, though, I decided that my arms were getting a little
wobbly, so I felt it was time to switch positions and place Emma
on top.

Still holding her down, I leaned in and gave her a strong, almost
romantic kiss right on the lips, then pulled my penis out of her
vagina and rolled off of her.  Her rest was short-lived, however,
as I pulled her on top of me and forced her legs to straddle my
hips.  Now, let me tell you from experience; raping a bitch with
her on top can be tricky.  Women tend to like being on top during
sex because they feel it gives them more control over the action,
which is obviously NOT what you want during rape sex.  I've found
that you really need to wear the bitch down so that she doesn't
have much strength to fight you from her position.  Well, as you
might have guessed, Emma was pretty worn out by this point, so I
had very few worries.

Once she was straddling me properly, I grabbed the back of her
neck and pulled her down so that her chest was pressed flat
against mine and held her there tightly.  With my other hand, I
reached down below and guided the head of my cock back inside of
her tight little pussy.  After taking a minute to savor the
moment, we were right back at it again, and I was thrusting
upwards with the strength of a bull.

"Ooooooooooohh yeah baby.  That's right, baby, ride that cock. 
Ride that fucking cock like a little cowgirl.  Oh yeah, I can get
it in nice and deep this way.  Just let your fat ass press
yourself all the way down on my huge cock.  Yeeeeaaaaahhhh bitch
you like that shit?  You like feeling that big cock ramming up
into your little cunt?  Fuck baby, I think I can feel your goddam
intestines I'm so deep inside you!"

"Ooooooohh noooooooooooo!  Please, please no!  Please don't do
this anymore!  Oh my God I c-c-can't take anymore!  Pl-ple-please
God stop!"  She wasn't really even fighting me physically at all.
 It seemed that, based on the volume of her pleas, that this
position was less painful for her, which is usually a bit of a
downer for me, but I was enjoying myself too much to change
positions already.  I did change things up a bit, though, when I
reached around behind her a began to stick my middle finger up
her tight little teenage asshole.  Let me just say, wow.  I would
have a damn good time loosening that thing up!  No surprise, Emma
noticed what I was doing.

"Wh-w-what are you doing?  Oh God please don't do that!  Not
there, please not my butt!  Please leave my butt alone, mister,
pleeeeeease!"  Her voice began to literally squeak.  I don't
think I was hurting her with my finger, but I certainly planned
to soon enough.  I think for now, she was just shocked that I
would touch her there, and at the fact that she was even more
filled with man than before.  For now, it was just my finger tip,
but after a few strokes of my cock, I forced my finger into her
ass all the way up to my knuckle.  Her sphincter reflexively
contracted, trying to force me back out, but I wasn't having it.
As I continued slamming up into her with my dick, I began pumping
my finger in and out of her asshole.

"Stooooooooooooooooop pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase why won't you
stoooooooooooooooop?"

"I'm not gonna stop because I don't ooooooooooooohhhh
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that feels so good don't fucking have to,
bitch!  I'm in control here!  You're a piece of worthless piece
of pussy meat that belongs to me and I can use and abuse you
however I fucking want!  You hear me, cuntrag?  DO YOU FUCKING
HEAR ME?  YOU FUCKING BELONG TO ME YOU DIRTY FUCKING TEENAGE
WHORE!  YOU'RE SO FUCKING DIRTY YOU HAVE THREE OF MY FUCKING
FINGERS UP YOUR TINY LITTLE TEENAGE ASSHOLE!"  Oh yeah, I had
forced two more of my fingers inside of her.  It was getting to
be a pretty tight fit; I couldn't imagine how tight it would be
around my cock.  "YEAH YEAH YEAAAAAAH YOU FUCKING MINDLESS
WORTHLESS PIECE OF ASS, TAKE THAT FUCKING COCK ALL THE WAY!  FEEL
IT PULVERIZING YOUR FUCKING INSIDES!  THIS IS THE WAY A REAL MAN
FUCKS!  RAPING THE SHIT OUT OF FUCKING LITTLE TEENAGE VIRGIN
WHORES LIKE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! FUCK YOU!  FUCK YOU, YOU DISGUSTING
LITTLE CUNTRAG!"  As  I lay there continuing to fuck the shit out
of her, it occurred to me that I had yet to get a real feel of
Emma Watson's little titties, which I was of course a big fan of.
 So, rather than continue to hold her down to my chest, I pulled
the back of her hair as hard as I could and forced her into a
more vertical position.  She jerked and yelled in my grasp, but I
only yanked her hair again, even harder this time.  Her boobs
were now exposed to me, hanging so lusciously from her chest and
just begging to be grabbed.  So, I did.  I grabbed firmly onto
each one of Emma's breasts, then used them to push her up so she
was completely vertical to me.  I then used those makeshift
handles to lift her up and down on my cock.  I was squeezing her
tits as hard as I could (and don't forget that they, too, had
already endured a severe whipping torture), mauling them with my
big hands.  Soon, in order to ease some of the pain of being
literally lifted up by her tits, Emma started using her legs to
bounce with me.  She grabbed onto my wrists with each of her
hands and attempted to wrench me from her chest, but you can
imagine what little that did.  We were really going at it now,
because, for the first time, Emma was actively participating in
the fucking process, although not really intentionally.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAH!  GOD BABY RIDE THAT
COCK LIKE THE LITTLE COWGIRL SLUT YOU ARE!  GOD YOU'RE MAKING ME
FEEL SO FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!  OH YEAH, YOU FEEL IT? HUH? YOU
FEEL HOW THAT BIG COCK JUST KEEPS PUMPING AWAY LIKE IT'S NEVER
GONNA STOP?  OH SHIT, BITCH, I'VE GOT A LOT MORE TO GIVE, TOO! 
I'M GONNA KEEP POUNDING THIS PUSSY FOR AS LONG AS I FUCKING
WANT!"

"AAAAAAAH!  NOOOOOOOOOO!  NO MORE PLEASE!  PLEASE SOMEONE! 
ANYBODYYYYYYYYYYYYY!  SOMEONE PLEASE GOD HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Emmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  You can make it!  Be strong baby please
just hold on, we're coming for you!"

"You're gonna make it, Emma!  Everything's gonna be okay,
sweetie, I promise!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  NO IT'S NOT HE'S KILLING ME!  PLEASE HURRY, I
DON'T WANNA DIE!  PLEASE SOMEONE DON'T LET ME
DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"

"Oh God, we've gotta do something!  What are we gonna do?  We
can't just stay here and wait for him to kill us all one by
one!"

"Shut up, Michelle!  We've gotta help Emma!"

"No!  No, Emma's dead, we can't help her, we've gotta help
ourselves!"

"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!  PLEASE I'M NOT DEAD!  PLEASE
HEEEEEEELP!"

"Emmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  I'm sorry!  I'm so
soooooooooooorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"  There was Lacey again, once
more regretting her decision to let me take Emma away.  In my
uncontrollable lust, I sat up straight so that my face was
directly in line with Emma's tits.  Faced with such an enticing
prospect, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take them into my
mouth.  They were so soft and small.  I twisted my tongue around
her nipples, sucked hard on her breast flesh, and continued
forcing her up and down on my cock.  I suddenly felt a sudden
urge to inflict more pain upon her, so as I finished another
tongue swipe, I bit down hard on her left nipple.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAOOOOOOOOOW! OH MY
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MY NIPPLE!  PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE HE'S BITING ME!
 HE'S BITING ME ON MY FUCKING BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBS
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Her screams grew as loud as they ever have when I suddenly broke
through her tit skin and literally bit her nipple off into my
mouth.  I chewed it slowly and swallowed the delicious snack
while watching the blood spurt from the new gap in Emma's left
tit.

"Oh shit, bitch, you taste fucking good!  Yeah that nipple is
fucking delicious!  You could be a delicacy in some countries,
you know that?  You and your tight fucking teenage cunt!  Oh I
think I need a little more!"  And I bit down on her other nipple
with every ounce of strength in my jaw.  It wasn't long before
the right nipple also fell into my mouth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  MY BREAST MY FUCKING BREAST PLEASE OH GOD
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!"  Rather than chewing and
swallowing the nipple, I spat it right into her face.  Her face
was splattered with her own titty blood, and even more flowed out
from the breast itself.  Reaching down to the bed, I picked up
her severed right nipple and shoved it into her open mouth, which
I then sealed with my strong hand.  While continuing to fuck up
into her, I waiting patiently until she swallowed, ingesting her
own nipple.

"JESUS CHRIST, YOU SICK FUCKING BITCH!  DO YOU REALIZE YOU JUST
ATE YOUR OWN FUCKING NIPPLE!  MY GOD HOW FUCKING DISGUSTING ARE
YOU?  YOU WORTHLESS, SCUMMY, YOUNG, TEENAGE FUCKING WHORE I
FUCKING HATE YOU!  TAKE IT!  TAKE IT ALL BECAUSE YOU FUCKING
DESERVE THIS YOU UGLY FUCKING CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNT!"	  My anger
was really taking over.  While still fucking her, I began
punching Emma in the face.  I socked her four straight times,
giving her a good solid shiner under her eyes.  I think the third
punch broke her nose, which flowed with bright red blood.  I
reared back one more time and nailed her right in the left
temple, rending her instantly unconscious.  She immediately fell
limp onto my shoulder, her blood pouring extravagantly down my
body.  Not really feeling like raping a limp rag, I shoved her
off of me and she flopped onto the bed, still out cold.

Now having a few free minutes to arrange our next torture and
position, I dragged Emma's feet down to the end of the bed.  If
you recall, I mentioned earlier that this particular room housed
my guillotine, and it was located right at the foot of the bed. 
One of the best features of this particular guillotine is that
the stocks that hold the victim still could be changed in and
out.  Each stock was a different shape to allow different body
parts inside.  The particular stocks that I chose from underneath
the bed featured two holes, each about four inches in diameter,
side by side.  Taking Emma's feet, I pointed her toes and slipped
each of her feet through their respective holes, about halfway up
to her knees, then locked the stock in place.  When she awoke,
she would have a few centimeters to move her legs around, but
there was no way she would be able to get them free.  That would
only happen after the guillotine had done its job.

Emma began to stir from her unconscious state slowly, rolling her
head back and forth and moaning in pain and anguish.

"Wake up, slut.  I said wake UP, YOU FUCKING TWAT!" I ordered,
slapping her across the face.   Her eyes jerked awake and she
looked around the room, confused about where she was.  Perhaps
she had expected to wake up in her own bed, but the reality in
which she found herself quickly brought her back around.

"Wh-what is this?  What are you gonna do to me now?  Please,
please WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?"

"Well, you stupid, cunt.  This is called a 'guillotine.'  Maybe
if you weren't so fucking stupid and worthless, you would know
that."

"NO! NO OH MY GOD NO YOU CAN'T!  YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! PLEASE
I SWEAR I'LL DO ANYTHING!  ANYTHING, JUST PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO
ME!"

"Oh, so I guess you do know what a guillotine is.  Well then, I
imagine you know what it does, too, right?  I bet you never once
in your young life thought you'd ever be in this position, did
you?  Life sure does deal you some pretty strong surprises,
doesn't it?"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP! 
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!  HE'S GOING TO CUT ME UP!  HE'S GOING
TO CUT ME UP INTO PIECES, PLEASE SOMEONE
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"

"What did she say?  Little pieces?"

"We've gotta do something!  Someone think and fucking do
something!  We can't just sit here and listen to her die!"

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!"

Now, what Emma didn't quite understand is that I wasn't going to
"cut her up into little pieces," as she put it, quite yet.  Soon
enough, but not quite yet.  In the meantime, I felt that a little
more fucking was in order.  We had already been at it for about
an hour, but I was ready for more.  I climbed on top of her once
more, only I rested my cock between her little tits and squeezed
them together, tit-fucking her for just a minute.  Her chest was
covered in blood by now from the wounds I'd inflicted on her
breasts, and the blood acted as a great lubricant.  Once my dick
was nearly covered in Emma's blood, I slid back down her body and
aimed my cock at her slit again.

"You ready, Emma?  'Cause here we GO!"  I rammed inside on the
last word.  "Oh yeah there it is again.  There's that hot fucking
teenage pussy I love to fuck!  Yeah raping that fucking cunt so
good!  Uuuugh!  Uuuugh!  Uuuuugh!  Take it take it take it
fucking take it!  Losing your virginity to a fucking rapist; that
must suck, huh?  Sucks to be you, I guess, you little bitch slut
whore.  Oooooooooohhh fucking fuck yeaaaaaaaah!  Uuuuugh! 
Uuuuuuugh!  Uuuuuuuuuuugh!  Oh yeah I got that huge 12-inch cock
lubed up with your blood and now it's pounding into your tight
little pussy.  Fucking feel that shit, slut!  Feel it!  FEEL
IT!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  AAAAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAH! HUAGH! 
HUAGH!  HUAGH!  HUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
CAN YOU PLEASE COME?  PLEASE CAN YOU PLEASE HAVE AN ORGASM?  OH
GOD I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!  PLEASE STOOO-HA-HA-HA-HOP!"

"What the fuck do you mean, you can't take it anymore?  You've
said that about 50 times already and you seem to back taking it
just fine bitch!  Still screaming, still squirming.  You can take
as much as I can give you, you teenage fucking whore.  Keep
taking it!  Take that massive cock as it pounds into that tight,
wet, bloody teenage cunt!  Take it!  TAKE IT!  FUCKING
TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! 
OOOOOOOOOOH!  UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!  OOOOOOOOOOHH FUCK YOU
FEEL FUCKING AMAZING, EMMA!  WRAPPING THAT SLUTTY TWAT AROUND MY
COCK AND MAKING ME FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD!"  My pounding was once
again reaching maximum levels.  I was still burying my entire 12
inches inside of her.  Her inner vaginal walls must have been in
tatters by now.  That was okay, though, because I was soon going
to be done with her pussy and move on to other things.  Hey, I
told you I could go for awhile, and I told you I was going to
take my sweet time with Emma Watson.  Don't be jealous.  Don't
hate the player, hate the game.  Before I finished with her cunt,
though, there were still two things I had to do.

First, I reached up above Emma's head to the pillows on the bed.
Underneath was a seven-inch Bowie knife that I always liked to
keep handy.  It was a sharp serrated knife, and the teeth and
point glimmered in the light of the room.  Then I grabbed the
rope that held the huge blade of the guillotine in place.  I
unsecured it from its tied-down position, and instantly felt the
weight of the blade pulling on it.  Once I had these two things
in hand, I paused in my fucking, buried all the way in, of
course, and got Emma's attention.

"Hey.  Hey, bitch look at me!"  The threatening evil that dripped
from my voice got her to open her eyes and look at me, even if
she didn't quite stop crying.  "Your job is to hold this rope. 
If I were you, I wouldn't let go under any circumstances."  And I
placed the rope in Emma's right hand.  She didn't really
understand what it was for until she almost let go of it and saw
the guillotine blade quickly descend.  All of a sudden her eyes
went wide and she held that rope like she'd never held anything
else in her life.  Her knuckles were almost instantly white from
how tight she was clenching her fist.  I, in the meantime, had
plenty to distract her with, some of which I hoped would let her
mind slip from holding that rope.  It only had to slip for one
second in order for the blade to drop, and then we would really
see some bloody suffering.

The first thing I had to distract her with, of course, was my
cock pumping its way all the way down her pussy chute, still
bottoming out almost every time.  I honestly think I may have
cracked her pelvis over the course of the rape.  I was nailing
her hard enough, I wouldn't be surprised.  The second thing I had
to distract her with, and this came as a bit more of a shock to
her, was what I did next with the knife in my hand.

"Are you ready to feel some serious pain, you little bitch?  You
want to see what a bloody mess you can really be?  Well, that
time is now, so whether you're ready or not, here it comes.  Say
goodbye to that young little 18-year-old titty!"

"NOOO!  NO DON'T DO THAT PLEASE GOD DON'T DO THAT!  NO NOOO
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"  She tried as best she could to fight me off,
but it did her no good.  I simply ignored the minor slaps she was
giving me with her hands and grabbed her right breast up at the
top, right on the area where Emma's nipple used to be.  I
squeezed as tightly as I could and pulled it upward, away from
her chest.  This left her stretched and the bottom of her tit was
exposed.  As I maintained my jack hammer pace in and out of her,
I brought the sharp end of the blade up to her breast and began
sawing back and forth.  Blood instantly started squirting out of
her, and her desperate flailing kicked into high gear. 
Occasionally I heard the guillotine blade fall a few inches, but
Emma never let go.

"NOOOOOO NOOOOOO NOOOOOOO OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  PLEASE
DON'T OH GOD PLEASE NO MOOOOOOOOORE!  STOP STOP STOP OH MY GOD MY
BREAST PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY BREAST PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAASE!"  But
there was no stopping now.  I had already sawed through half of
her tit; it would be a job half-finished if I stopped now. 
Therefore, I continued to slice through her flesh loving how her
already tight pussy tightened and spasmed around my cock as she
enduring unimaginable suffering.  Blood was pouring from her
wounds, covering her upper body and spilling out onto the bed
sheets.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  OH JESUS GOD
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  NO MY BREAST DON'T TAKE MY FUCKING BREAST OH MY
GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAA !   HAH!  HAH!  HAH!"  These latest noises were
high-pitched squeaks and squeals as Emma's entire breast came off
in my hand.  Emma's eyes and mouth were wide as can be.  She
continued to make that high, shocked, unbelieving sound as she
stared at the breast which had been attached to her for the last
five years of her life.  Let's be honest; before then, she was
flat as a board.  Her face was dark red and splattered with her
own blood.  She was shiny and soaked from the sweat that had been
pouring from her.  To increase her suffering and humiliation, I
rubbed the bloody side of her severed tit all over my chest,
soaking in her life-giving fluids and kneading the flesh in my
hand.  I then brought the raw meat up to my lips, opened wide,
and bit off an entire mouthful.  I chewed slowly and carefully,
savoring the mixture of tastes that assailed my mouth.  Salt from
her sweat.  Iron from her blood.  A kind of chicken-like flavor
from her skin.  Yes, apparently humans taste like chicken as
well.  Emma, meanwhile, continued to stare wide-eyed at the sight
before her, and her eyebrows twitched up and down, as if she were
confused by what she saw.  I, meanwhile, was still pumping away
with my cock.

"God oh fucking God baby that titty tastes so fucking good!  How
do you like that, bitch?  How do you like watching me eat your
teenage titty?"  I was spitting chunks of her all over her body
as I spoke with a full mouth.  I know that's bad manners, but I
just couldn't help myself.  "Oh it tastes so fucking good while
I'm raping the shit out of you.  Just pounding my bone up inside
of you.  Yeah, you feel that shit, huh?  Huh, baby?  You feel me
just railing your ass?  Just pumping away for as long as I want.
Just lie back and take my fucking shit, you slut."  Emma was
starting to look a little pale, so I grabbed a pillow off of the
bed and held it firmly to the bloody round hole where her breast
used to be in an attempt to stem the blood flow.  It was only a
temporary fix, to be sure, but Emma's time on this Earth was only
temporary too, so that didn't bother me.  Still, though, she held
that rope tightly.

"Not gonna let go, huh?  Well, I guess you're stronger than I
thought.  No worries, though, bitch.  I've got a solution for
that."  And with that, I grabbed her right wrist, the one which
held the rope, and brought my blood-stained knife to it.  Just
like I had with her breast, I began slowly sawing back and
forth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"  That was all.  Just the long,
constant scream.  No words.  No begging.  Just screaming.  It
went from mad to frantic when I started slicing through her bone,
but still, she held on to that damn rope.  More and more blood
was spurting from her body, but I just kept at it.  Oh, and yes,
I was still fucking her.

Eventually I got through her bone.  It took about two full
minutes of nonstop cutting.  Even then, however, Emma's hand
remained clenched.  Perhaps it had actually frozen that way.  Her
hand was very nearly completely severed, hanging on by only a few
inches of flesh, when the guillotine's blade began to quiver. 
Another two or three cuts and we'd be home.  I took my time,
moving the blade across her skin as slowly as possible.  Soon
enough, however, the inevitable came to pass.  Emma Watson was
left with a bloody stump at the end of her right arm, her right
hand, still clenched tightly around the rope, flew up into the
air, and the guillotine blade, no longer meeting any resistance,
came sliding down its two wooden supports with a metallic whir. 
The whole process only lasted about one second, but for that
second, time seemed to come to a screeching halt.  Emma's eyes
and mine locked onto each other and we stared deeply into one
another's souls.  The blade seemed to fall in slow motion.  Emma,
in her terror and anticipation, fell completely silent as she
stared at me.  And I continued to feel the exquisite pleasures of
Emma Watson's virgin pussy.  Before long, however, time caught
back up to itself, and the blade once again zipped downward. 
When it met the shins of Emma's legs, it didn't even slow down. 
It merely fell straight down through each of her legs, severing
them cleanly from her body.  They each fell to the floor with a
solid thump, and Emma's most primal instincts took over.  She
jerked her head once, very violently and suddenly, squeaked out a
tiny "Huh," and passed out.

As she lay there, inert and unconscious, I kept sliding myself in
and out of her, but more slowly now, really just rubbing and
massaging my cock within her vaginal walls rather than actually
trying to bang away at her.  Sex is always less pleasurable for
me when the bitch is not in pain (hey, I just want to be there
for her.  I want her to participate in the action, too), so I
didn't waste my energy slamming Emma when she was passed out. 
Soon enough, I pulled out and stopped raping her for a while.  I
knew I would have to hurry to get a tourniquet around each of her
legs in order to prevent her from bleeding to death I still had
more plans for her.  So, getting up from the bed, my cock still
stiff and bouncing, now covered in Emma's pussy blood, I went to
a dresser by the far wall and took a few supplies from the top
drawer.  I removed two lengths of rope, two large rags that I had
originally used to wipe down the bathroom floor, a can of motor
oil in which to soak them, and a jar filled to the brim with
ordinary table salt.

I carried these things over to where Emma lay bleeding profusely
onto the floor below.  It always amazed me how much blood the
human body can hold (and lose).  She was starting to turn white,
so I figured I'd better hurry.  Opening the can of motor oil, I
placed each rag all the way inside, soaking it straight through
with the slick liquid.  I let them sit for a few seconds,
ensuring that every fiber was covered with oil.  After I was
satisfied that this was the case, I removed the rags and placed
them on the floor.  Next, I pulled the guillotine blade's rope so
that the blade was once again raised to the top of the apparatus.
 Emma's hand was still clutching the rope, but I pried what were
once her fingers loose and dropped it on the bed.  I secured the
rope so that the blade was locked temporarily in place, and then,
just for shits and giggles, I placed Emma's severed hand on her
one remaining breast.  I have to admit, it looked pretty funny,
watching her dead wrist dripping blood onto her already bloody
tit.

Shaking myself back to the business at hand (so to speak), I went
back to the rags lying on the floor.  Opening the jar of table
salt, I took two big handfuls of the white stuff and covered the
rags that were now both slick and sticky with oil.  A sizeable
mound now sat on each rag, and I reached down to pick one of them
up.  I grabbed it by each of the four corners, so that it was now
more of an oily sack full of salt rather than just a piece of
cloth.  Carrying this makeshift sack over the Emma's still
unconscious, legless body, I prepared my ears for what would
likely be one of the loudest screams they'd heard yet.  Without
care, without hesitation, I roughly shoved the rag onto the stump
of Emma Watson's left leg, grinding the salt into the massive
wound.  Now, I don't know if any of you out there have ever
actually "rubbed salt in the wound," as the saying goes, but I've
gotten a few grains into cuts and scrapes now and then, and let
me tell you.  Ouch.  And that was just on a little paper cut. 
This was a severed leg, for fuck's sake.  However, as I tied the
rag down with one of the lengths of rope, securing it tightly to
both catch and stem the flow of blood, Emma gave no reaction.  No
scream, no sudden awakening, not even a stir or twitch of the
face.  Hmmmmmm.  "Fuck, I hope she's not dead already,' I thought
to myself in a mild panic.  But when I looked, I saw her chest
(what was left of it anyway) still rising and falling with her
breathing.  Phew.

Collecting myself and taking a deep, relieved breath, I did the
most logical thing now that I knew Emma was still alive.  I took
the other salt-filled rag from the ground and tied it down to her
right stump, just as I had done with her left.  This time, more
unexpectedly, Emma reacted.  At first, her eyes just flew open. 
Then her mouth opened in a silent scream.  Then her face
contorted into every imaginable look of utter suffering.  Then,

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAMMMMM
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  TAKE IT OFF TAKE IT OFF TAKE IT
OOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH
GGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"  Now this
was the reaction I'd been waiting for.  She was rattling my ear
drums with her piercing volume and thrashing wildly about on the
bed.  Her hand, which had still been resting on her remaining
breast, flew off and landed on her face.  If I thought the tit
thing was funny, then this was fucking hilarious.  Emma reached
up to her face to remove it, apparently not realizing what it
was.  When she looked and saw it, her screams and panic kicked up
yet another notch, and she hurled the dead hand across the room.
She reached down with her good hand to try and untie the ropes
around her legs, but she was unable to focus enough.  She was
actually out of it so much that she reached with her stumpy arm
as well, the one with no hand.  Watching her trying to untie a
rope with no hand was also pretty funny.

"I can't take it off, you stupid fucking whore, you'll bleed to
death.  Don't you realize that I just cut off your fucking legs?
That's right, bitch.  You have no fucking legs anymore!  
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"  I was still cracking up from
watching her flop around like a dying fish, and I just couldn't
stop laughing.  Emma continued to try and get the salt rags off
of her bloody stumps, but to no avail.  I, meanwhile, was ready
to begin the final step in the consummation of our relationship.
I had promised Emma a while back that I would fuck her in the
ass, and damn it, I meant to keep that promise.  I man who can't
keep his word isn't a man at all.  Quite frankly, I think I was
doing her a favor by railing her asshole.  After all, she would
only have one fuck in her whole life, I figured I owed it to her
to experience as many different types of sex as possible in this
one opportunity.  Honestly, she should have been thanking me. 
Thinking back on the experience, I guess her screaming got in the
way of her gratitude, but I can sort of understand that.

While Emma wailed and cried, dripping with sweat and blood, I
rolled her over onto her stomach.  Without the bottom of her legs
to stop me and with one hand missing, it was a pretty easy task.
She struggled as much as she could, but it didn't do her much
good.  Very soon, her round, firm, glowing teenage ass was
sticking up, just begging me to violate it.  The way I looked at
it, who was I to deny such an invitation?  While Emma cried into
the pillows, I climbed on top of her, straddling what was left of
her legs.  I gave each of her ass cheeks a few spankings (as hard
as I could, of course), and my pink handprints were soon red
welts that rose up from her soft, sensitive, flesh.  Her ass was
just so inviting and intoxicating that I leaned down and took in
a mouthful, then bit down hard.  Emma jumped and yelped, but that
small bite must have felt like child's play after everything else
she'd been through today.  It's possible she didn't even feel it
over the searing pain of the salt grinding into her leg meat and
the jumping was just a reflex.  Either way, it was a very
satisfying bite from my end, and there was a full set of
purple-shaded tooth marks on her left cheek when I pulled away. 
That being done, and not caring to wait a moment longer, I lined
myself back up with her butt.

"You ready, bitch?  Huh, you ready to feel this big cock of mine
plowing through your tight little asshole?  You ready to feel
this real man drilling up inside of your intestines?  By the time
I'm buried to the balls, baby, my cock head will be up to your
goddam stomach.  Imagine how that's gonna feel, slut."  I was
slowly and seductively rubbing my cock up and down through her
ass crack.  She just cried and shook.  "Yeah, imagine how it's
gonna feel to know that my big prick is gonna be snaking its way
through your ass and up into you.  Well, you don't really have to
imagine, cunt, 'cause here it comes!"  I'm not even sure Emma
heard a word I said, but she certainly got the idea when I
started speading her ass cheeks apart with one hand and lining up
my cock head to her asshole with the other.  Very soon, my big,
round, purple cock  began to tear down (literally) the tight
barriers guarding her sphincter from the world.  Before the top
half of my helmet was even inside, I'm sure Emma's ass was
stretched further than it had ever been before in her life.  She
began trying to pull away from me and clench her asshole tighter
to force me out, just as she had with my fingers earlier, and her
shrieks and cries increased again.  And we still had
11-and-a-half inches to go!

"OH GOD, OH GOD DON'T!  PLEASE NOT THERE!  NOT MY BUTT, PLEASE
DON'T PUT IT IN MY BUTT, YOU'LL KILL ME!  AAAAAAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA
NOOOOOOO!  IT HURTS OH MY FUCKING GOD IT HUUUUUUUUUURTS!"

"Hurts?  Of course it fucking hurts, you dumb cow.  My big prick
is inside your asshole!  And you know what, we still have a
loooooooooooooong way to go before my cock is all the way inside.
 You'd better just loosen up, baby, and make the last moments of
your life a little easier!"  That instant, with a sudden and
strange  pop noise, my entire helmet squeezed through the outer
lining of her asshole.  I absolutely couldn't believe how tight
her asshole was.  I swear to God, I'd never had my dick in
anything tighter before and I never have since.  At first, before
I was able to loosen her bowels up a bit, it felt like she could
have cut off circulation to the part of my cock that was inside
her.  She might have even been able to snap my dick in half, one
half still buried in her, if I didn't loosen her up soon, so I
didn't waste any time before I started really pounding away. 
This wasn't about the fantastic pleasures of anal rape, this was
about my penis's health and welfare, folks!  Not willing to risk
even the slightest amount of prick damage, I took a deep breath,
wound up, and shoved forward.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD BITCH THAT IS THE
TIGHTEST FUCKING THING I'VE EVER FUCKING FUCKED!  JESUS FUCKING
CHRIST I'M GONNA HAVE SOME FUN LOOSENING THIS TIGHT LITTLE
ASSHOLE UP!  YEEEEEEEEAAAH, FUCKING THE SHIT OUT OF THAT TIGHT
LITTLE TEENAGE ASSHOLE!  FEEL ME!  FEEL ME INSIDE YOUR ASS, YOU
LITTLE SLUT BITCH WHORE!  FUCKING FEEL THAT HUGE FUCKING
COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!"  I'm telling you, I was beside myself with
pleasure.  Based upon Emma's screams, I'd say she was beside
herself too, but certainly not with pleasure.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!  GOOOOOOOOOD
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD PLEASE FUCKING NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  HAUGH!
 HAUGH!  HAUGH! HUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!  MY ASS OH
MY GOD YOU'RE TEARING MY ASS APAAAAAAAAAAAAART!  PLEASE OH GOD
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"  By now,
my cock was already about eight inches deep and getting deeper
with every thrust.  It was strange; her ass was loosening up for
me and sucking down my cock much faster than either her throat or
pussy had, and in my experience the ass is usually the hardest to
penetrate.  Not with Emma, though.  Emma's ass was literally
coming apart at the seams.  Blood was not just leaking out of her
ass.  It was pouring out.  That may have been a large reason as
to why I was able to so easily get inside of her; her blood was a
great lubricant.  As I continued to sodomize her, the voices from
upstairs floated into the room once more.

"Emma baby, oh God Emma baby please hang on!  It's gonna be okay,
honey!" said Alyssa Milano.

"Jesus Christ, what could he be doing to her?  What could make
her scream like that?  I've gotta I've gotta get out outta here!
Somebody get me the fuck out of here!"  That was Kaley Cuoco. 
Selfish bitch.

"Eeeeemmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  Emma I'm so fucking
sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy!"  Goddam Lacey Chabert again.

"For God's sake, you sonuvabitch, just kill her already!  What
kind of sick bastard are you?  Just fucking put her out of her
misery and kill heeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"  Wow, that was
about the last thing I expected someone like Anna Kournikova to
say, but she did.

"You hear that, you fucking cunt?  One of your fellow cunts says
I should kill you.  What do you think?  You think it's time?  You
think I should put you out of your worthless misery?"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NO PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!  PLEASE I
DON'T WANT TO DIE!  I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

"Well, I don't know, slut.  Anna says I should."

"PLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE!  PLEASE DON'T TELL HIM TO KILL
ME!  PLEASE I DON'T WANNA DIE, I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING DIE YET! 
SHUT UP, PLEASE SHUT UP AND HELP ME!  OH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD HE'S
IN MY ASS!  HE'S TEARING ME UP PLEASE MAKE HIM
STOOOO-HA-HA-HOOOP!"

"I AIN'T NEVER GONNA STOP, YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH!  HAVEN'T YOU
FIGURED THAT OUT BY NOW?  I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UNTIL YOU'RE DEAD! 
I WILL STILL BE FUCKING YOUR TIGHT LITTLE TEENAGE VIRGIN ASS WHEN
YOU DIE!  THE LAST THING YOU WILL FEEL WILL BE MY BIG COCK
BURYING ITSELF ALL THE WAY UP YOUR TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE!"  Ten
inches were now inside.  I made the decision that I would hold
off my orgasm, which I could feel approaching (hey, I had been
raping her at full energy and full speed for over two hours.  I
think that's pretty respectable), until I got my balls to slap
into her pussy lips by burying my whole cock all the way up her
ass.  I figured I had made that happen with her mouth and pussy,
it was only fair that I do so with her ass.  If I didn't, I would
always question myself as to whether or not I could have done
it.

Remaining just as far up her ass as I already was, I grabbed a
handful of Emma's hair, yanked her up off her stomach, and swung
the both of us around so that her head was now at the bottom of
the bed.  I had to stop pumping her for a minute while I reached
to the floor and grabbed the guillotine stocks that were designed
to hold her head, but I stayed inside her nonetheless.  Once I
had acquired the stocks and put them in place, however, I was
right back at it.

"OH YEAH OH YEAH OH FUCK YEAH BITCH GOD THAT TEENAGE ASS FEELS SO
GOOD LOOSENING UP AROUND MY COCK!  LOOSENING RIGHT THE FUCK UP
WHILE MY BIG FUCKING PRICK GETS DEEPER AND DEEPER INSIDE!  YEAH,
FUCKING SHIT YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!  YOU'RE GONNA DIE
SOON, CUNT!  THAT'S RIGHT, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU REAL SOON.
YOU BETTER GET READY FOR IT, YOU YOUNG LITTLE 18-YEAR-OLD WHORE!
FEEL THAT COCK!  FEEL THAT FUCKING COCK WHILE IT RIPS YOUR
TEENAGE ASSHOLE UP!  OH RIPPING THAT TIGHT LITTLE VIRGIN TEENAGE
ASSHOLE INTO PIECES!  OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"  Yeah, I was
definitely close.  Still, I held strong, as I had one more inch
to go.  Just one more inch.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!AAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

I really didn't think I could take much more.  I wanted Emma to
see the blade coming down at her neck just before she died, so,
still remaining buried low inside her, I adjusted her stumpy legs
so that I could twist her over onto her back.  It took some
effort, but eventually I was fucking her in the missionary
position, buried deep within her bowels.  I scooted her forward a
few inches so that her neck was resting in the bottom half of the
stock where the hole was.  I had this one particular stock
specially made to be transparent plastic, so that I could see her
face in the last moments before her death.  It was close, oh so
close.  I placed the top half of the stock where it belonged and
locked it, successfully trapping Emma in place.  This would be
the last position she would see.

This new position made it so that Emma's asshole was not as
straight a shoot as when on her stomach, so that increased the
level of effort I had to put forth, as well as increasing her
pain levels.  Her screams would have pierced glass had there been
any in the room.  With her stuck on her back, her half-legs
squeezed around my hips, I reached above her to where the rope
was re-tethered to the guillotine and unwound it.  After a few
seconds, the rope came loose in my hand, and I was now the last
obstacle between Emma Watson and her untimely demise.  She threw
her arms up for a second just as the rope was coming loose, as
the blade dropped an inch or two before I caught its weight and
held it steady.

"NOOOO!  NOOOOO!  HAUGH!  HAUGH!  HAUGH!  AAAAAAAAAAAAA
NOOOOOOOOOOO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOOOOOOOOOO!  PLEASE DON'T LET THAT
THING FALL!  PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!  PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!  PLEASE
DON'T KILL ME!  PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!  PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
PLEASE PLEASE DON'T KILL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"  Emma's panic
levels were at an all-time high.  She squirmed and writhed
beneath me, struggling to find any way to make me stop and save
her own life.  I, meanwhile, was just a few short strokes away
from ramming my hips into hers once more.  I knew that when I
did, I wouldn't be able, nor have any desire, to hold my orgasm
back another second.  As I continued to approach touchdown, my
adrenaline kicked in and took over.  My hips were thrusting at a
break-neck pace.  They were just a massive moving blur.  Emma's
one remaining tit bounced so hard I thought it might fly off. 
Her shrieks increased to their highest level yet as my cock
penetrated every inch of her colon, tearing her insides apart and
causing massive internal bleeding.  If I didn't finish soon, she
would die from shock and blood less anyway.  That's not how I
wanted her to go, so I just went at it with everything I had and
made no attempt to hold back the onrush of cum that was boiling
in my balls and would soon be spewing forth.

"OH GOD!  OH GOD!  OH GOD!  OH GOD!  OH GOD!  OH GOD!  OH GOD! 
OH SHIT I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING THIS GOOD IN MY LIFE!  OH MY GOD
YOUR TEENAGE ASS FEELS AMAZING!  YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH! 
ALMOST THERE!  ALMOST FUCKING THERE!  GOD OH GOD I'M GONNA
FUCKING COME!  OH FUCK YEAH I'M GONNA EMPTY MY BALLS AND SPRAY
RIVERS OF CUM UP THAT TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOLE!  OH FUCK OH SHIT OH
FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! 
HOOOOOOOOOLLLLLYYYYYYYY FUCKING
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!  OH HOLY FUCKING GOD I'VE
GOT MY WHOLE          12-INCH COCK ALL THE WAY UP YOUR SWEET
LITTLE ASSHOLE!  OH GOD WHAT A FEELING!  OH I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID
IT!  OH THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!  SO
AMAZING!  OH GOD THAT IT!  THAT'S FUCKING IT!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"  That was
Emma, if you couldn't tell.  She was incapable of words at this
point.  She could only scream.  And scream she did.  She only got
louder as my orgasm approached, neared, and finally exploded.

"YEAH!  YEAH!  OH GOD YEAH!  OH GOD THAT'S IT I CAN'T TAKE IT
ANYMORE!  OH GOD I'M GONNA FUCKING COME!  GONNA FUCKING COME
INSIDE THAT SWEET LITTLE ASS!  GONNA SHOOT MY MAN JUICE AND MAKE
IT SPLASH OFF YOUR FUCKING INSIDES!"  I was speaking very fast. 
Although I was working harder than I have ever worked in my life,
although I was pouring sweat and beet red, although my breaths
were coming twice every second, I was not the least bit tired or
hampered.  In fact, my energy levels only increased.  The
adrenaline was coursing through every cell in my body, powering
me on like a lightning bolt.  "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!  OH GOD THAT'S IT YOU FUCKING
LITTLE TEENAGE VIRGIN BITCH WHORE THAT'S IT THAT'S IT THAT'S
FUCKING IT!  I'M COM COM COM--COMING!  COMING!
COOOMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!  OH FUCK OH FUCK
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! 
HHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  OOOOOOOOOOOHH
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!  SHOOTING THAT FUCKING SEED INSIDE
YOU!  SHOOTING FUCKING GALLONS OF THAT WHITE SHIT UP INTO YOUR
ASSHOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLE!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH! 
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!
GOD CAN YOU FEEL ME FUCKING COMING?  FEEL MY RAMMING THAT HUGE
COCK INTO YOUR DYING TEENAGE ASSHOLE WHILE I FUCKING COME? 
COMING FROM FUCKING RAPING THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR TIGHT LITTLE
FUCKING ASS!  HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!  HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH! 
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!"  Holy shit, was I coming.  I literally think
my body was on fire inside.  I've taken Magic Mushrooms before,
and the body buzz I got from those could not even compare with
the buzz I was feeling in every inch of my body now.  It wasn't
even in the same universe as what Emma was doing to me, and I
only about half empty.  Still, I clung tightly to the rope that
was saving her life.  Emma was screaming her lungs raw.  I could
hear her clearly, even over the sounds of my own orgasm.  It was
if all my senses were heightened.  I distinctly heard every
wavelength of her screams.  I saw droplets of blood spray from
her body.  I tasted her sweat, blood, cunt juice, and despair.  I
may have been able to feel the worms in the earth move.  No drug
can ever compare to the wonder and delight of coming inside Emma
Watson.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!  OH GOD STILL COMING!  STILL
FUCKING COMING!  OOOOH YOU SEE WHAT YOU DO TO ME BITCH?  YOU SEE
HOW GOOD YOUR ASS IS MAKING ME FEEL?  YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY GIVING
A REAL MAN SO MUCH PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSUUUUUUUUUURE!  TOO BAD THIS
IS YOUR LAST FUCK, YOU CUNT BITCH!  TOO BAD YOU WON'T GET TO BE
ANY BETTER AT THIS!  I'D LOVE TO FUCK YOU IN A YEAR WHEN YOU'VE
HAD SOME MORE PRACTICE!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!  MILKING ALL THAT CUM OUT OF MY HUGE COCK!
FEELS SO FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"  I was very
close to finishing, so I felt the time was right to finally do
what Anna Kournikova had requested of me earlier, and finish Emma
as well.

"ARE YOU READY?  ARE YOU READY TO DIE, YOU FUCKING WHORE?  YOU
READY FOR THIS BLADE TO COME DOWN AND CUT YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF?
OH GOD 'CAUSE HERE IT COMES!  OH I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU NOW,
YOU USELESS LITTLE TEENAGE WHORE!  I'M GONNA FUCKING DECAPITATE
YOU THEN FINISH COMING IN YOUR ASS!"
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! 
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE! 
PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!  I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

"CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE, BITCH!  THE ROPE'S SLIPPING!  STILL
COMING!  STILL COMING!  STILL! FUCKING!
COOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!  THAT'S IT, SAY GOODNIGHT BITCH!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !" As I let go of the rope and watched the
blade fall, Emma let out a blood-curdling scream that rung in my
ears for the next five minutes.  Her scream was suddenly cut
short, however, when the blade sliced through her neck and
crashed to the bottom of the guillotine.  Her legs and arms gave
a great spasm as her head fell from her body, and the contents of
her bowels emptied, just as I was emptying the last spurts of
semen from my balls and my orgasm came to a thrilling conclusion.
 Finally, after nearly two and a half hours of rigorous physical
exertion, I was completely spent.  I collapsed on top of Emma
Watson's decapitated body, very slowly continuing to slide gently
in and out of her ass.  I wanted to feel her pussy one last time,
so I quickly removed my cock from one hole and moved it into the
other, before it could go soft.  Although she was dead, Emma's
pussy still massaged my super-sensitive cock, and I slowly thrust
myself to a state of pure calm and utter bliss.  Emma's hand, her
shoulders, even her pussy muscles twitched occasionally as the
last remaining electrical signals in her body fired.  It was
great how her pussy walls twitched around my cock.  It was as if
her pussy was giving me its final goodbye.

My time with Emma Watson had been my greatest achievement to that
point in my life.  I felt feelings and emotions I never knew
existed.  I was as proud of myself and my dick in that moment
than I've ever been before or since.  As I continued to pump my
empty cock ever more slowly inside Emma's dead cunt, I nuzzled
myself into the bloody stump of her neck, watching her blood
squirt onto the floor, yawned softly, and fell fast and deep into
a well-deserved sleep.

*****

I awoke about seven hours later.  Looking at the clock mounted on
the wall, I saw that it was a little after 8:30 pm.  I had only
been at my projects for 12 hours, and already I was exhausting
myself.  I realized that, by the time I was finished with the
remaining 122 future victims, I would be in the best shape of my
life.  Either that or I'd be dead from overuse.  Well, I've
completed my projects by now, and I'm still alive, so that must
mean I'm in pretty good shape.  I am, you know.

Anyway, I woke up in the exact same position I had fallen asleep
in: face down, lying on top of Emma Watson's blood-ridden corpse,
with my cock still inside her.  I was soft by this point, of
course, but since neither of us had moved, I hadn't fallen out of
her.  Slowly shaking the cobwebs from my brain and the sleep from
my eyes, I pushed myself up by my hands, withdrew my limp penis,
and rolled off of her.  Sitting up, I looked down at the foot of
the bed and saw Emma's head resting on the floor, deep in a pool
of her own blood.  The scream that had escaped her lips as the
guillotine blade descended was etched forever in her face.  Her
mouth was wide, her teeth bared, and her eyes open and staring. 
Blood had stopped trickling from her neck, and was mostly
congealed on the floor.  It was like a thick, pasty soup.  The
vision before me of Emma's severed head, combined with her naked,
lifeless body on the bed, made my cock twitch again, even though
I was still only half awake.

Feeling as though I was well-rested and ready for more, I stood
and shook my head quickly back and forth, wiping the last
vestiges of sleep from my head.  Looking down at myself I saw
that I was covered in sweat, dried cum, and dried blood from my
first three victims.  I gotta tell you, I looked pretty cool.  I
mean, like bad-ass.  I looked forward to having more blood
spilled on me.

Realizing I wouldn't be completely finished with my Emma Watson
project until I had returned what was left of her to the common
room, I began the process of preparing her for transport.  First,
I untied the salty rags from her legs.  There was not a single
square inch of salt or cloth that was not stained with blood, but
Emma's legs had long since stopped bleeding.  They were now just
two useless stumps of red meat with a cleanly cut bone in the
middle.  Next, walked to the foot of the bed, bent over, and
picked up her head by a handful of her hair.  The congealed blood
stuck to her face and hair and made a squish sound when I picked
it up.  Her hair was caked with dried blood, and several drops of
it had sprayed or dripped onto her silently screaming face. 
Feeling a responsibility to show a presentable display to the
audience upstairs, I formed a great idea in my head.  I open
Emma's one remaining hand as best I could rigor mortis had set in
and she was pretty stiff.  It was still clenched in a half-fist
by the time I was done with it, but it was open enough for me to
slip her hair into her hand and then close the fist back up. 
Knowing that her hand would eventually become limp and loose, I
tied several clumps of her hair together around her wrist and
hand so that her head would stay in place.  When I was finished,
it appeared as if Emma was holding her own head in her hand.  I
left her severed hand on the floor where it had fallen from the
guillotine, and I left her legs to rest where they fell also.  I
could take care of those things later.  Meanwhile, I lifted
Emma's body up and slung her over my right shoulder, carrying her
like a 50-pound bag of fertilizer.  'That is pretty much what
she's good for at this point,' I thought, 'so why not?'  Opening
the door to our room for the first time in over ten hours, I
turned to climb the staircase that led to the upper level, went
upstairs, and traveled the length of the main hallway with Emma
in my grasp.

When I finally reached the heavy door that led to the common area
and walked inside, I was met with a shocking silence.  Confused,
I looked around the room and saw that nearly everyone was asleep.
 Perhaps they had taken the opportunity my long sleep had given
them to save up their energy for when their time came.  An
occasional naked bitch would be awake, pacing in her cell or
rocking quickly back and forth, holding her knees to her chest. 
I saw Melissa Joan Hart doing just this and speaking quietly to
herself, and when she saw me, she placed her hands over her eyes
and began speaking more insistently.  Maybe she was praying,
maybe she was losing her mind.  I saw Jamie Lynn Spears, in all
her nude teenage glory, rocking on her feet, hugging her arms
around herself.  I saw Nicole Kidman leaning against the bars of
her cell, a blank look on her face.  'Hmmm,' I thought, 'looks
like a few of these bitches have cracked before I thought they
would.  Weakass little cunts.'  Strolling casually back over to
cell 17, I paused to catch my breath, lifted Emma's mutilated
corpse up high, and let her drop so that the meat hook pierced
straight up into her back, just below the neck.  There Emma
Watson's headless body would remain until I had finished hanging
all of her mates around the room, forever holding her severed
head in her one hand, forever wearing that silent scream on her
face.

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