It’s the fourth of July. Everyone I know wants to go see the damned fireworks show.
Fuck that I am going to make my own fireworks show.
An evil, sadistic, twisted, wicked show just for me.
The main event is sedated and bound in the guest bedroom.
I have bought all the explosives I need to light up the night sky and make me ooo and ahhh at the sight and sound of it all.
Sitting here with a slippery wet cunt and a tingle in my stomach because waiting is the hardest part.
As the sun is begins to set and I go outside to start setting everything up. Just as I start to think that he should be waking up soon , I hear him start to moan through the bed room window. his moans soon become screams as he realizes his plight.
Pulling him into the center of the yard I cut all the clothes off of him. I open the sparklers and begin sharpening the little metal sticks so that I can push them into his body before lighting them.
Surveying my handy work I am very pleased with the way he looks. Almost like a porcupine. Small trails of blood running down his flesh. Lighting all the sparklers I release him from the chain and watch as he runs, screaming as the little sparks burn his flesh.
I thought he would stop drop and roll and ruin it for me but he didn’t.
Next I begin to tape the good stuff to his body with duct tape, Roman candles taped to his sides, Cakes taped to his chest and forehead and bottle rockets inserted in his penis and mouth.
As soon as they are all lite I step back and watch, his screams making me wetter then hell, knowing that the site of his chard and disfigured body as he takes his last breath will make me cum hard.
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