I could hear you in there with them. Those little voices just begging to be set free. We would eventually set them free but not in the way they were thinking. I heard a loud slap, then whimpering as you disciplined them. You see, they didn’t know that I can hear everything they say when they think we are not around. The things that were said, tisk tisk. Such language coming from those little mouths. Terrible. I would let them know that there is a hole in the wall under one of the strips of wall paper, but why spoil the fun?
When you came by I told you all about what I had heard. They couldn’t hear us of course because I could always just replace the opening with the piece of wall that is missing. Just pop it back in and Bob’s Your Uncle. You were getting mad, I was glad you were. I wanted you as pissed off as you could get. This was your time to show me what you had learned from me. You wanted me to take you to my side of the darkness, and I had, but now it was time for you to fly on your own little birdie.
You took your shirt off, stripped down to your boxers and went into their room. There were three of them in there, when you opened the door I could smell them. That is the only bad thing about keeping things … the smell. We had to really work on that room before we began your training to make sure those smells stayed inside with them along with their screams. Sound proofing is a must in situations like this.
I could hear the three of them scurrying around like little mice trying to get away from you. I was watching by the hole in the wall, I knew this would be the last time we used this room for awhile so I punched through the poster. One of them looked at me as you were twisting her neck around by her matted hair, I said, “peek a boo” and smiled. The fear in her eyes, the pain that shown in her face was exquisite. I handed you your belt through the opening and you took to lashing all of them.
After a little while I came into join you. The pure violence that you unleashed upon them was one of the proudest moments of my life. The very last one was rocking in the corner, we needed to put her out of her misery. Her mind was broken, never to be fixed. We were saving her really. Deep down I knew she didn’t want to go through life medicated and scared. I held her against me as you plunged your dick into her, I wrenched her neck to the side, you were grunting away, tearing up her insides with each thrust. When you were almost there I sliced into that soft buttery flesh of her neck. You orgasmed as the spray covered your body. You had been baptized. I smiled up at you, and you down at me.
You have learned well Jedi, now go forth and do your worst.
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Beat those cunts senseless. Then rape em.