I had to run out to my cabin early this week. I was expecting some company from a friend and his plaything. I just wanted to make sure everything was set up right. It turns me on so much to even walk into this cabin. Hanging on the walls are the knives that I first started with. It floods back all the memories of playing with them. The table in the middle of the room is the first table I ever killed somebody on. It’s a heavy wooden table stained from the years of blood being let out on it. Just walking in and smelling the room gets my pussy dripping. It is like you can smell the fear in here. I make sure that the straps are tights on the table legs. I pull out my little table with all my new knives on it. I set up the videotape and the extra lighting. Because I know my friend John likes to relive his kills. John has a special fetish. It’s a little brutal so it’s right up my alley. I pull out the wooden baseball bats, the brass nipple clamps, the iron spreader bar and the old wooden billy club. That billy club is one of my favorite toys. Since it is as big around as a Pringles can. And it’s an old wooden club. The wood is splinting all up and down it. I hear John pull up into the yard and I wait patiently for him to come inside. He’s dragging with him the most delicious looking little toy. She’s got long fire red hair big pouty lips and skin as pale as ivory. The second she saw me her big green eyes locked on to mine. Even through the gag I could hear her begging for me to help her. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes starting this drizzle down her face. John started laughing as the grabbed a big handful of her hair. He yanked her towards the table by her hair even picking her up off the ground. I liked seeing her dangle there is so much, I grabbed a cinderblock and stood it up under the main beam in the cabin. Then I threw a rope over that beam. John started to smile when he realized what I was doing. He held her up so her feet barely touch the cinderblock. And I threw the rope around her neck in stretched it nice and tight. I tied off the ropes that she had no slack at all. If she moved to much she would hang herself. I pulled out one of my big knives and started to cut her clothes off of her. John just sat back and watched the show. I could see exactly how turned on John was getting. So I looked at his new little fucked toy and told her “You know he is going to fuck you don’t you”. She started to squirm a little. I left her stretched there like a rubber band. As I cut all of her clothes off of her. When she was completely naked you could see those fear goosebumps covering her entire body. I grabbed her nipples so tiny and pink and I pulled and twisted them as hard as I could, until they puckered up for me. I grabbed the nipple clamps and latched them down as tight and hard as I could. She jumped back so fast she fell off her cinderblock. She was swinging like a pinata. John busted out laughing. We both sat there watching as she was kicking and screaming trying to get her feet back on the block. John picked up the bat and swung hard striking her right in her little ribs. She started swinging that can forth on the rope. Then John hit her again in her hips and then her legs. I loved watching her swinging back and forth. When she stopped kicking very hard I put the cinderblock under her. She stood up as she tried desperately to catch her breath. I walked up to her, looked her dead in the eyes and said “when you fall off the cinderblock, you get beat.” She shook her shaky head yes. I pulled up the big comfy chair for John. I picked up my littlest scalpel and asked John “are you ready to begin?”. He looked like a little one in a candy store as he shook his head yes. I turned back to look at the new little toy and I whispered into her ear “this is going to hurt very badly… If you fall off the cinderblock you get beat. If I have to start over because you get beat it will be so much worse for you.” then I took my little scalpel and started slowly cutting around her cute little pink nipples. John’s got this thing for blood. It really fucking turns him on. I had to tell John to slow down. We’re going to enjoy this little slut for days!
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