MORE FROM THE NASTY BASTARD
torture/ snuff fF various methods

   You back again boy? Want to hear more huh. Well ok I guess.  Even if you was a cop ain't nuthin you could do to me now.

   You know I did some of my best stuff when I was cruising the world in my boat. Hell in some out of the way places you could still 
flat out buy kids. Outright own them- slaves- didn't even cost much. I once paid fifty bucks for two virgin sisters. Cute little shits too. 
If you let it be known you might help there were always folks who would pay you to transport their kids somewhere better. Once took on three girls and two brothers. Their folks died  and nobody wanted them so the village elders paid me in gold to take care of moving  them someplace else. Well not too much gold but they wern't expecting me to do much for it so I guess it was a fair deal. The oldest was a girl and she was about the uglyest thing I ever saw. I think the village was tired of looking at her. The other girls were ok and the one boy was just a little one but the older brother just set my teeth on edge, didn't trust the little cocksucker. That night I suprised them and cuffed them all before they could cause me any trouble. Didn't even fuck around with the boys, just took them to the stern, cut their throats and dumped them. The girls gave me a bit more fun. Turned out the ugly one was one of the best blow job artists I  ever met and she spent all her time keeping me too soft to bother her sisters. When I got tired of her mouth she was willing to loan me either of her other two holes so the trip passed quickly.Still was no way I was going to try to sneak them in anywhere so they had to go. I was buttfucking the oldest one and just slipped a cord around her neck and pulled it tight and hung on for the last ride of her life. Dumped her over and went below and grabbed the little one and let the other one sleep. I didn't feel like raping the little one cause I prefer them a bit older so I just stuck her with my knife just above her crotch and opened her up all the way to her ribs. Everything started to fall out and I just dropped her over before she even died. The other kid was a problem , I liked her , I mean she was always friendly and trying to help and was just as cute as could be.I went down and woke her up and uncuffed her and brought her up to the cockpit and gave her some wine and made love to her. She fell asleep in my arms without noticing her sisters were missing and a single bullet in the back of her head let her sleep forever.

   For a while I played pirate but never in the same area so the other boats that went missing were just thought to be the normal losses that happen. Most sailors are only too glad to raft up and spend awhile trading and shooting the breeze. The fact that we were five hundred miles out didn't matter. They just wanted to hear a strange voice and look at a different face. Mace, shock wand, gun and knife soon had me in control and the fun began. Men and little kids got killed quick and dumped overboard, the women and older girls got used up a little slower. I took anything I could use if it could not be traced and then sank the boats. The sharks helped with the leftovers and I was off to fresh waters. Lots of neat things you can do with a sailboats rigging and equiptment.
  A bit titted broad  with her feet tied to the mainsail traveler and the loops of marline around her tits tied to a line fed around a winch drum . A few turns of the crank and her tits are ripped off to fall to the decksole. Repeat with the line around her neck.
  Chute flying gets a lot more interesting if instead of sitting on a bosun's seat you use a noose around some body part or other. The sail will lift your playmate high into the air untill it spills the wind and then drop them down to the water only to begin it all over again.
  I told you I don't like drowning but it is fun to drag somebody behind the boat in a safety harness and watch them fight to keep their head above the water.
  Boat masts have been used for floggings for years and booms have been used  as gallows for at least as long.  I see no reason to stop either practice. 
  Crab stakes are an old and largely forgotten idea. Just four stakes pounded into the bottom just below the high tide mark. A person is tied spread beween them but so they will be able to breathe even at high tide. A few small cuts or maybe a bit of gut pulled out for bait and as the water comes in so do the crabs. One little tiny bite at a time untill there is nothing left but bare bones.
  The blond knew she was in trouble but still could not figure out my plan as I chained her to the coral head. Her arms and legs were pulled behind her and she was bent backward with her belly stuck out. The high tide would just come to her boob tops and she hadn't seen any sharks so what was I up to. Well there were no large sharks true, but there were lots of small fish around and I bet they were hungry. I very carefully slit open her belly and pulled out a few feet of guts and let them float in the water. Hey, it worked just as well as the crab stakes. All the little fishies came and nibbled and did a wonderful job.
   The broken bones and other injuries kept her as confined as any amount of rope and she just moaned as I filled her cunt with the flare launcher. The launcher bucked in my hand and for a few seconds nothing much happened. Then her slender body started to swell and little wisps of smoke leaked from her pussy. She screamed - a long terrible soul rending screech that was cut off when the fire burst forth from within her . The small flat belly just opened up and hell spilled out, the same hell that was eating her up inside, a lava hot, red, smoking hell.
   All boats carry batteries and I always carried things to allow me to inject the acid where it would do the most good. A shot into any body cavity did interesting things and caused terrible pain. The injection behind the eyeball was always one of my favorites, just exquiste pain plus the knowledge that things would be dark forever- wonderful.
   The very real looking figurehead mounted under the bowsprit of my boat was being plunged into the faces of the choppy seas. Every wave buried it under green water , water that beat upon it and tried to remove it from it's place of honor. The figure gasped and tried to scream from the pain that the lines holding her caused but the seas would not allow her enough air. Her wrists and ankles were raw meat and her shoulders were being torn from their sockets. Her head and back were being hammered by the unforgiving bow of the boat and the water was slowly filling her lungs.
   Still another one laying on her back with her lungs filling with fluids. Not from the water but from her own body. Gasoline poured into her was inhaled and now her damaged lungs were slowly killing her. Every breath was won only after recovering from the choking fit caused by the one before and she as weakening fast. Her whole world was reduced to the need for the next breath and the knowledge that soon one of them would not come.
   
   Like I said boats were great but I did some of my best work hiking the back country. Just grab the pair and get a mile of so off the trail and nobody would bother you. It was about the only time I messed with more than one at a time. Seemed like the stupid cunts figured they was safe if there was two of them, right. Even one guy and one girl was easy. I had this spray bomb that I filled with drain cleaner and a quick shot in the eyes and nobody was a problem any more. Squirt, cuff, and lead them away never to be seen again. I always gagged them though, sound carries in the woods. And don't get greedy, never more than one kill per area per year and try to grab the ones with the shabbiest stuff. Less apt to be missed most of the time, you know the runaway look. Anyway the woods were good to me and I had a lot of fun there.
   Two little twats just about old enought to spend the night camping in the backyard and here they are way out in the bush. Spent the day playing wih them and got kind of rough . One is short her tits and is tied beween two trees. She is more hanging than standing and I doupt she will last untill morning. The other is stuck up on a small cut off tree with a foot of it stuck up her ass. I know she woun't make morning. If being impaled wouldn't do it having her guts falling out would. I had a nice spot nearby where I could keep an eye on things and just waited for the bears in the area to find them. Sure enought along comes mamma and two half grown cubs. The feel of one of the cubs pulling on her guts woke up the one on the pole and even with the gag I could hear the hollarin. That woke up miss spread out and then she started making noise. Momma hadn't even noticed her yet but she did now. Her rough licking of the blood leaking from the crotch of the tied bitch only whetted her taste for more and she took a nice bite right out of the leaking pussy. With mamma bear eating pussy and one baby sucking up guts like noodles and the other baby moving in for a bite whenever it could it got right interesting for a while. Suprised me how long them two cunts lasted- hours and hours it seemed like. I cleaned up a little bit the next morning and there sure was a hulabalu when what was left of them was found some time later. Poor bears I think got shot, at least I heard they was.
   I think the ballsest one was when I grabbed one cunt from a bunch on some collage trip. I was just following along watching to see what they were up to and to see if there was anything worth seeing when this little broad come hiking right past me. She was carrying a small pack and waterbottles so I figured she wouldn't be missed for a while. My gillie suit let her damn near step on me before I grabbed her and knocked her down. I fell on her so's she couldn't scream and cuffed , gagged, and neck roped her. Showed her my big knife [ funny how a big knife scares most folks more than a gun] and we beat feet. I pushed her hard for the first five miles or so before taking a rest. She needed it - hard to move tied and gagged- and I changed her gag to a ball one that let her breathe a bit easier. I was in real good shape back then and I think I could have carried this little bit ten miles if I'd needed to so I took her pack and we pushed on untill almost dark. Nobody would look for her to cover ten miles so we were safe for at least tonight and tomorrow.
We stopped in a small pine wooded draw and after I built a small smokeless fire I secured her real well and hiked over the hill to recover my pack. When I got back two hours latter I snuck up on her and grabbed her tit just to scare the hell out of her- worked-I noticed that sometime she'd pissed her pants. Soon I got rid of all the unessary stuff, shirt, pants, panties, bra, shoes, and socks. Man was I suprised, this little bitch was built, only about five feet tall [if that] , ninty five pounds, tits large enough so when I cupped them my fingers just reached to her chest and no sag or droop, tiny waist, generous hips , and a semi shaved pussy. Her lips were small , tight , and looked virginal and her public hair was trimmed to form an arrow pointing down. Without a doupt one of the best looking pieces of ass I ever had scored.
   I let her sit while I checked out her pack. Lets see- water, lunch , power bars , camcorder and small tripod, small first aid kit, compass, light blanket , flashlight, and another smaller tote sack. I noticed her getting nervous wnenever I touched the tote so I just set it aside while I searched everything else including her never to be needed again clothes. I opened the tote and - I"ll be damned- there was a tube of KY, three vibrating dildos of different sizes and shapes, ass beads , electric butt plug, and remote egg. This little cunt had been sneaking off to the bushes to beat her own bush. I just looked at her, smiled and told her she'd met up with the right boy. For some reason this didn't seem to excite her too much, can't think of why not. I recuffed her with her hands over her head and around a small tree and tied her feet up over her head and out to the sides. The only place on her not exposed was her upper back and I don't fuck upper backs so no problem. I spent some time just playing with that wonderful body and soon was enjoying the taste of her little pussy. Man there was spit and pussy juice everywhere. I think she liked being eaten in spite of herself, I know I didn't supply all the juices that were dripping out and running down over her ass and back. When I took her she just gave out a series of small grunts as I pushed in each time, no other sound and no fighting to avoid my entering her. I could feel her moving around my prick as her cunt tightened up each time I pulled back and it forced me to push it open with each thrust. I don't ever remember any other raped cunt ever acting quite like hers did. Needless to say I soon filled her and softened up untill I fell out. We spent the next few hours playing with her toys even though I had most of the fun. I only screwed her in that nice wide little ass once and on any other girl would have made better  use of that tight little rosebud but her pussy was just two damn good and by morning I was too sore to fuck anymore. We had not said much to each other [ well I said a few words other than sex noises and she had said nothing other than moans and grunts] but I removed the gag and gave her a drink. She thanked me and asked me what was I going to do now. I let her set and worry for a bit as I pretended to think about it. "Why of course I'm going to kill you and hide your body where even the worms won't find it. What else did you think I would do, let you go so every cop in the state is after me. And don't tell me you'll keep quiet about what happened out here. The search already has started but it will take two of three days before it gets this far so we've got lots of time to settle your short future." She looked kind of shocked at the news and asked how I would kill her. " Got any favorite ways of dying. Tell you what girlie I'll let you decide. You got a choice of hanging, strangling, knifing, drowning,or I could just bash your head in with a rock. Unless you got any other ideas how." She didn't handle the choice very well so I just laid a nice heavy stick across her throat and gently leaned on it. Every time she was about to pass out I let her get some air and recover and before too long my sore dick was telling me it wanted in on the action. So I greased her up and slid in. The fight she put up soon had me going without having to pump. Only took five or six more times killing her before I squirted in her for the last time and finally let her die. I buried her body in a deep crack in the rocks and threw her pack into the river and the search never found either one.
   I remember one other that was both boat and woods. I was running way off the normal tracks when I met up with them. A young couple on their honeymoon crusing around for a while. Well we met and they invited my to raft up and come to dinner so of course I did. I'd not been laid in about a month and was as horney as a hoot owl and I had high hopes. The broad was long legged but that was her best . The rest of her was only so so , not much tit showing under the bikinni , a skinny boys ass , and only a hint of curves. Her face was plain and framed by mouse brown hair. The only thing she really had going was the fact she had a cunt. He was just a rich kid that looked good but was just stupid. After we ate and I had checked things out I excused myself and returned to my boat for a minute. I came back with a bottle of wine and offered a toast to the sex party we were going to have together. I tell you that stopped the party real fast. She started hollerin and he offered to kick my ass and ordered my off his boat. When all the excitment was over he was dead with three slugs in him and she was cuffed and crying and I was raping her. I got done and moved her to my boat and chained her up and went back to search her scow. I just had to check the dead guys dick. She was about the loosest bitch I ever had so I figured he was hung like a horse. He wasn't but I found some photos of them both fucking a pony so I guessed that they got hitched cause they had so much in common. Still loose pussy is better than no pussy so I sunk the boat and we left. She never stopped crying and moaning about me killing him and I soon got tired of the noise and the fact that she was such a lousy fuck- even her ass was loose and she just laid there dead. I very seldom shot any of the cunts I killed and I never did much gun hunting for them. A bullet anywhere in the torso can and often will kill too fast, there's just too much stuff that can be hit. Even the arms or legs have large enough blood vessels that a hit will cause death pretty quickly. Any slut still strong enough to hunt is still strong enough to play with for quite while and I get more fun than I do just shooting them and having them die before I can get close enough to enjoy it. Anyway I got tired of this horse humping slut and decided to try something different. I knew of a small island with only one landing place and that was in a hidden cove and nobody ever went there so of course we did. I acted like I trusted her just a little and promised her a walk on shore if she behaved herself. I could see her thinking this was her chance. She'd said she couldn't swim at dinner that first night so I figured my plan would work ok. We anchored in the cove about quarter of a mile out and the island looked a lot bigger than it really was. From the cove it was only a few hundred yards across the thing at the widest but it looked like you could get lost there if you wanted. I also let it drop that we couldn't stay long because there was a number of visitors that showed up. By the time we rowed the dink ashore she had a plan and when I tripped and fell getting out she took off running. I hollered and yelled for her to come back as I went back to the big boat and grabbed my little .22 rifle. After locking the sailboat and chaining up the dink I went hunting. Only took me about ten minutes or so to find her trail- stupid twit had already cut her foot and was leaving a blood trail a blind man could follow. I made a lot of noise and kept spooking her. Every time she moved I could  hear her crashing and banging. Finally she waited just a little too long and gave me a shot. I must admit it was fun but I didn't want it to end yet so I winged her in the leg. Now I had a real trail to follow and pushed her hard until she tried to go to ground. She hid in a clump of bushes but left her skinny ass hanging out. Another round through the left cheek sent her on her way. Before she went too much farther she would be in sight of the boats so I cut across the island and found a good hiding spot and just waited for her to show up.Sure enough she limped up and seeing the dink  rushed over and started trying to drag it to the water. The look on her face when the chain popped out of the sand was great. She dithered for a second and figured that I was right behind her and just headed away from the beach for cover. Too bad she was also headed right toward me. Game over I thought and shot her twice in the belly, once on each side about half way beween the bellybutton and her hipbones. She went down like she'd hit a trip wire and started screaming to beat the band. I just stood and savored her agony and as I walked up she started begging me to kill her and get it over with. I told her all in good time but first all the excitment had made me horny again, no don't bother moving, your asshole is the best fuck you've got anyway. By the time I was done cornholing her there was a mix of cum , crap ,and blood and I could see she was fixing to die soon. I rolled her over and got more screaming for my efforts and more pleading for death. She shut up as I stuck the gunbarrel about ten inches up her sloppy cunt and her eyes got big as she realised what I had in mind. I held it there for a bit as she closed her eyes, took in a deep shuddering breath and wispered please. I gave her the rest of the clip and she jumped and jerked with each round. When I removed the gunbarrel a gush of blood followed and she died. 

   You're too interested in this stuff. You writing a book or something. I still thing you look like a hunter to me. Well if you are maybe I can give you some ideas so come back again. I'm sure as hell not going anywhere.