I don’t like the smaller versions of people. They are irritating and we don’t need as many as we have to continue the human population, but people keep having them. I’ve always felt this way, but never had a way to take my frustrations out… until now.
I met this guy at the grocery store, his pregnant wife waddling about looking for fruits. As she walked away I could see the disdain on the husbands face. I got bold and asked if he is looking forward to the birth. He shook his head no and that she trapped him and he never wanted rug rats. I smiled and said, “Well are you willing to do something about it and not get caught?” He looked at me with curiosity. I told him I have a chainsaw Charlie that would love to torture her and make sure she doesn’t leave at all. He simply smiled and nodded. I gave him the address to bring her to and to be discreet so no one sees him leaving with her. They arrived at the address and I could hear him arguing with her to get out of the car. She really didn’t want to, maybe women’s intuition is right, but she relented finally and they came into the building.
The building was an old ironworks factory long since abandoned. Perfect place to; let her scream and be tortured, no one around really. It’s in the middle of BFE. Once he got her out of the car and into the building he stood with his hand on her arm and when I told him we were ready he threw her at me so I could take her to the place of her torture. I whispered, “Don’t worry we are just going to take some pics your hubby wants.” She relaxed a bit and walked with me confidently. Right outside the area, we surrounded in black cloth I told her to take her clothes off. She gave me a face and I said your hubby loves your preggo body so much he wants pics. She smiled and was out of her clothes in seconds. I stood behind her with my hand on her wrist and opened the curtain. Immediately she saw a metal table with restraints, hooks, and chains hanging from the ceiling. “What the fuck kind of photoshoot is this?” She asked. Her hubby chimed in with “Because you don’t know how to keep your legs shut bitch.” She looked at him and asked what he meant. He told her he had a vasectomy 10 years ago because he never wanted rug rats. Her face dropped. I grabbed her and yanked her into the curtain area and threw her onto the table. My chainsaw Charlie strapped her down and got to work. “Let’s have some chainsaw fun, shall we?” my chainsaw Charlie said patting his trusty chainsaw. I looked at her hubby and said this was about to get very bloody and he might want to leave. He nodded and left with a “Later lying bitch.” And he was gone. First, he told me to hold up one of her arms, I pulled it up straight as he pulled the cord for the saw and it came to life. Without hesitation, he cut off the arm I was holding up and then repeated with the other. The preggo chick was screaming her head off but my chainsaw Charlie just gets off on that. I could see his raging hard-on during the torture and I had a feeling either she or I were going to get fucked. Turns out it was her. He had cut off her arms so she couldn’t struggle when he sat on her chest and started shoving his cock in her mouth. When she was half dead from choking on it, he withdrew and told her “We need to cut those parasites out.” She screamed more… no help.
He pulled the chains down and jammed the hooks through each of her Achilles’ tendons, and Japanese clover clamps on her nipples and then hoisted her up. As she went upward, her legs spread wider and wider. And the chainsaw came to life again. He made one large cut across her pregnant belly and then punched her. All the contents of her belly started to fall out. Guts, placenta… everything and her screams stop because she passed out. He put smelling salts under her nose and she came to. All she could do was cry and try to scream but he rammed his cock in her mouth again until she died.
I was coming out of a shopping center putting my merchandise I just bought into the car. I was just about to grab my purse when I felt a hand around my mouth. And an arm around my waist. Dragging me backwards. I tried to scream, but they were muffled with the black glove covering my mouth. I was thrown into a back of van where I tried to scream for help as we drove off. It seemed for hours driving around and around. My voice so harsh from screaming for help. All of a sudden the van parks. And I hear the front door open. I get ready in the back of the van, I am going to rush him as he opens the door. The back doors start to open and I try to rush him. But he anticipated my move and was ready with full force punch to my face. Knocking me backwards into the van as I scream in pain. He steps into the van and proceeds to kick me hard in the stomach. I lose my breath gasping for air. I could hear him laughing taunting me. “You stupid skanky cunt!” “You will pay for that one slut.” He took some rope he had and tied my wrists tightly one to each side of van. Stretching my arms wide. He did the same with my ankles. Making sure the rope was nice and tight, digging into my skin. I was crying and whimpering for him to please just let me go I would not say a word to anyone. He completely ignored me. Rummaging thru a bag that we brought back with him. I could see a whip and hunting knife. There was a grill lighter and a box cutter. I was shivering with fear. Wondering what kind of torture sex was I in for.
