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briancnorton writes "Cnet has a story about how Sony has licensed some Rambus connection technology for the playstation 3. One technology is for chip-to-chip communications and the other for chip-to-RAM at over 100 Gbps. These are all parts of the 'Cell' processor system that is supposed to do over '1 trillion mathematical calculations per second.'"
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Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 16724
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 9534
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 27381
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 14790
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 7400
on a consumer console that's due out in a couple of years.. I'll believe it when I see it, Sony. Do they really need to hype up the PS3? It's going to sell better than blank cds no matter what.
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 17000
I wonder if I should buy some rambus stock, it's at like 7 now.
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 6435
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 20433
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 14917
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 19309
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 6550
FP for ME?
Slashdot sinks ever lower into muck and mediocrity. Linux is suck
So will the principled slashdotters put their money with their mouths are and not buy a PS3?
Just curious.
SIG:Slashdot: indymedia for nerds.
"This new game console will do one million cagillion ... billion calculations per second!"
so let's get together, bust out that jumbo jar of KY,
and let's pound some ass, gay boy!!!
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 7536
Obviously Sony was sold on the technology after seeing how much benefit intel got from it.
PS - linux sucks
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 25486
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 5284
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Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 27732
I have two indica dominant females vegging under 160 watts of flourescent light. They're about 2 feet tall and have a dozen or so exposed budsites.
I have a 150 watt HPS and hope to yield an oz or two from each plant.
Should I switch to 12/12 now, or should I top the plants and let them veg for another couple weeks first?
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 2429
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 13747
And I will have an "earth simulator" in my own home.
...are the games any good?
Sorry, but my karma just ran over your dogma.
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 13418
Am I the only one that remembers the non-stop ridiculous hype the Playstation 2 had for about two years until it was released? Then when it was finally released, it was extremely disappointing? How about we just skip the hype and wait for it to be more than a list of specs?
This sounds pretty impressive, but is it really necessary? TV sets are limited to 640x480 and 24 fps, so all that power isn't even going to be seen. Already, with the current generation of console systems, game companies can't put enough detail into their graphics to stretch the limits of the hardware. There's just no market for a more powerful system. Game companies are going to stick to the current consoles rather than investing in new platforms whose advantages won't even be noticed. In fifteen years, we'll all still be playing our PlayStation 2 systems.
Karma: Good (despite my invention of the Karma: sig)
... so cue the comments about how great a Beo-bloody-wulf cluster this would make and how it'll be able to solve world peace despite the fact this is a carefully orchestrated scare tactic to keep ps2 owners from buying XBoxes (sp?)
Thing is it sounds impressive, but will that still be the case when it ships? If it was available now then of course things would be more interesting.
And Rambus: maybe this is their real market, PCs are too much of a commodity to employ their expensive memory. The only 'expensive' discrete component in a PC nowadays is Windows, and even that seems on the way out.
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Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 21620
The more and more I read about the PS3 the more it sounds like a supercomputer. From an architectural perspective, it seems the PS3 is designed like a small beowulf cluster, or at least with the ability to perform in a similar way. Very impressive specs too.
:)
I guess the question is: when will Sony have the Linux kit for this bad boy
--Kevin
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 6452
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 21636
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 16280
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 22592
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 6537
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 396
XXX Box? Where you can only play BMXXX.. fiesty competition..
But in all honesty, if the price of the PS2 stays at 199, this thing (when it comes out in 5 years, after Everquest: the next expansion, Everquest 2, and Everquest for your bathroom) will probably be 400ish. I'll stick with the PS++.
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Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 22306
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 244
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 21626
Anyone know if they are considering a Linux kit fpr PS3?
Karma: The shiznight, mostly because I am the Drizzle.
Please submit a quality troll fiction that will make us proud, not some stupid rape/kill crap.
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 7031
I suppose this is the beginning of all the hype about the next gen consoles as the current gen sales have started to dry up (post x-mas). There are only visible bumps in sales as various online applications and "killer app" titles emerge (vice city, etc etc). The reality is that the next generation platform is going to be much more dependent on networking and in-home broadband capabilities than on highly touted chip stats. At present there are approximately 12 million PS2's in the US market and about 5 million Xboxs. Assuming no overlap (and we know there is some), that 17 million represents approximately 17% of US households having a latest generation console. My theory is this number is strictly capped by the broadband capabilities of homes. If the telco's/cableco's/wirelessco's don't get the ball rolling all the chip stats on earth aren't going to bust this market open. Even more interestingly, we once again find ourselves in a position where the latest technology innovations are going to be hindered by the binge/purge internet infrastructure roll-out of the late nineties...
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The package said "Windows XP or better. Pentium Class Processor or better"... So I got a Mac with OS X
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 19574
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 26125
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 18293
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 23543
I think it's more likely that Mini-Me took over Sony, as the PS3 will be a smaller, "toiter" version of the PS2.
"Anyone for a shmoke and a pancake?"
Attention all planets of the Solar Federation! We have assumed control! - Neil Peart
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 13156
When they announced the ps2 specs, they looked impressive... Look at it now.
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 27129
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 21428
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 26056
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 27529
With product sales and licensing fees in jeopardy, Rambus launched into its second life, as a litigant. Starting in 2000, the company began to seek patent royalties and pursue lawsuits against Micron, Infineon and other memory companies. The company said that patents it filed in 1990 entitled it to royalty payments on all of the SDRAM and DDR DRAM ever sold.
Lovely. Let's all go out and throw support to this wonderful company!
Seriously, though, I'm in the market for a new computer right now. I'm looking for a high end machine, but I refuse to buy one with RDRAM. It's just too expensive and not effective enough. Thankfully, you can now buy high-end DDR based Pentiums at Dell.
Rambus sucks.
"If I could live to be several hundred
I could take a walk and really wander, really wonder."
Wasn't RDRAM villified on PCs for gaming because the serial nature of the bus made for high latency? Once the transfer got started, it was really fast, but the time between RAM request and data available was much longer than even SDRAM.
Tom's hardware blasted it at first, then turned around and said it was really keen. I think AnandTech did too.
IIRC, RDRAM was good for servers and other systems that don't need low latency.
So why use it on a gaming system?
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 14985
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 30709
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 13694
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 2583
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 14043
Maybe if they chose a tile based graphics architecture, they wouldn't need to buy ludicriously expensive 100 gb/s RAM.
the preceding comment is my own and in no way reflects the opinion of the Joint Chiefs of Staff
"What about XBox?!"
Trolling is a art,
(-1 Stupid)
You need that kind of power to drive a TV????
This is a bit ridiculous, no a lot ridiculous..
I suppose one day there will be a console which can actually run HDTV, but then will the average joe with the NTSC TV buy it?
Carolina Porfirio was 19 and part English with an Italian father, hence the name. She worked as an office girl for a company in the same building where I rented an office suite for my business in Nice, down the corridor on the same floor. All that follows happened shortly after I split up with Ginny Harris and was preparing to leave the Riviera to go to Spain. I was, by this time, a full member of the Riviera Rape Club and wanted to provide the club with a bitch we could abuse, torture and sex kill.
I chose Carolina because the young 5'4" cunt was gorgeous (in fact, she was stunning, a real head turner) and close enough to keep under observation for a while but far enough not to be connected with me. There was little chance her disappearance would be linked to me. I kept a watch on her for a couple of weeks and learned her name, age, that she commuted by train from across the border in Ventimiglia, Italy (only a 30 minute train ride), had no boyfriend, and jogged every evening. The jogging would explain the sexwhore's lovely athletic look. The jogging looked like the best opportunity to abduct my chosen sexbaby and that's how we got her.
As soon as we had the sexy bottom babe in a safe place (by this I always mean safe for the abuser, not the victim), we crowded around (there were 8 of us) to fondle Carolina's body still with her clothes on. I think this is very humiliating for a sex object to be fondled fully dressed. It is like being raped but with the added fear of knowing it is yet to happen. Then we ordered her to do a striptease for us. She tried to back away from us, shaking her pretty head and crying, looking down at the floor and saying "Nooooo" and "Pleeeeease!" over and over. It took a punch deep in her belly and a hard brutal kick from behind right in her teenage cunt, which sent her sprawling and retching on the floor, to change her mind.
It's interesting that even a tracksuit can look gorgeously sexual on an attractive love object, male or female. Carolina was wearing a powder blue track with a pale pink stripe over the left shoulder and down the body, repeated in the trouser part to the ankle. On her small pretty teenage feet she wore white and bright pink reeboks and dayglow pink cotton anklesocks. After fondling the 19 year old whoregirl with her clothes on, we made the babybumsex bitchgirl do a striptease and dirty dance for us. I lied to the pretty bumbaby, saying that we'd also kidnapped her kid sister (an 11 year old ugly duckling, quite unlike her delicious big sister) and would kill it if she didn't perform for us and obey all our commands completely and immediately, no matter how disgusting and evil she thought them. I told her to leave the reeboks and the cute little sexy sox on. In fact, the fat bottom girl Carolina wore them throughout her terrible ordeal, and died with them on.
Following the dirty dancing, throughout which Carolina cried her lovely blue eyes out, we made her stand with her hands on her pretty head so we could all feel and fondle her nude body all over. Then I made the fucking babysex kneel down so that we could take turns in front of her pretty face.
Each man was allowed to present the teenage whore with either his penis or his bum, but not both. Most gave her their cocks to lick and kiss, but I was one of only two presenting her with our big bums, making the lush childwoman lick up and down our dirty cracks and kissing our bottom holes. It's hard to describe the feeling of it to someone who hasn't experienced the wonderful sensation of killing a very sexy looking girl (or boy). I'm not in the least sorry about doing it. She deserved to be murdered for being so lovely and sexual, for being a very pretty young female and for having a gorgeous body. I am sorry only that I've not done it more than once. There are so many I would love to have killed, girls and boys, women and children. Among these are my ex-wife Elaine, a number of ex-girlfriends from my earlier years including Doris, Maggie, Patti and Mary, and, more recently, Laura Green and her children, Lindy Sutton and hers and, of course, Ginny Harris, her sisters and her lovely little boys.
Anyway, back to Carolina Porfirio. We kept Carolina alive in captivity for 15 days. After the stripping and rude dancing scene on the first day, the only clothes the sexy cunt was allowed to wear until she died were her little white and pink reeboks and her bright pink ankle socks. I think it is important to strip condemned beauties of all their dignity. They have no rights, anyway. His or her life is entirely in your hands and you learn very quickly to play the dirty cunt's emotions like a musical instrument. It's half the pleasure of working your way up to murdering them.
We used Carolina for sex and humiliation games for about 5 days during which we raped her many times in all her holes, often brutally gangraping her. As well as her gorgeous tight teenage vagina, we used her fat young bottom and her pretty mouth, her nose and her ears. I was thrilled to discover the fucking little bitch was a virgin throughout her body and I was the first, and among the last, to use her luscious fuck holes. On one occasion, the child woman had a man in her cunt, another in her bottom, two men alternately fucking her mouth, one trying to push the knob of his penis in her nostril, another spurting his cum in her right ear, and a cock in each hand to be wanked. She often had her titties fucked and the resultant spunk sprayed on her face as a punishment for having such lovely young teenage breasts with nipples. She was fucked in her armpits whilst being made to look at the horrible prick poking out from between her arm and her lush young body, and hold her cute face as close as possible in order to receive the shower of gooey white sperm on her tongue. The teen goddess was fucked between her closed athletic legs and along her deep bottybobo poopoo crack. We even managed to squirt spunk into her teeniegirly urethra via a fine hypodermic needle.
Another fucking I gave her several times is one I particularly like for its deep humiliation factor. I've done this to many of my victims, male and female. It is essentially a matter of fucking her or his face in a literal sense. You need to make the sex toy lay down or sit with her/his head back against a wall or seatback so that you can create friction on both sides of your penis as you press your belly against the victim's face. You lay your cock against her cheek with your balls near her mouth so she can lick them and your knob right next to her eyes above the bridge of her nose and then you jerk your whole body up and down in short fast strokes until you cum on her eyes (or in her hair, if you've got a long cock). A nice variation is to make her lay on a table and stand behind her head so that you can lean across her and lay your penis in the opposite direction with your knob above her lips, allowing you to squirt your filth in her mouth or all over that part of her face.
Days 5 to 9 were largely filled with canings, whippings, beatings and kickings combined with painful and humiliating bondage and suspension. On day 9 we began to torture Carolina. I won't tire you with what would be a long list of all the nice, loving and very painful and humiliating things we did to her gorgeous body but would like to tell you about the needles in her fat spunkbags (200 in each chest baby), in her vulva, inner and outer cunt lips, vagina and inner thighs (over 500 used in this area including many inside her cunthole and two long ones forced through her cervix into her filthy babybag), in her big soft, full bottom cheeks (200 in each) and around her tiny bumhole (50), in her shoulders and upper arms (100 in total), in her calves (50 in each), in her belly (300 including 50 long ones directly inserted through her bellybutton) and 100 in her beautiful teenage face (through her eyelids, nostrils, tongue, lips, earlobes and cheeks). Although I like pretty well every torture ever invented, I think I love needles the most especially when they're used in huge quantities as on Carolina. Her screams and whimpering were so sexy to hear and her uncontrollable shaking with fear beautiful to see. Especially nice was when she began to hyperventilate from the combined effects of fear and pain.
Although Carolina thought that we wouldn't kill her because she was performing to our requirements, the tortures on days 10 to 14 quickly became more and more extreme. We were careful with our games because we didn't want her to die from any of the stresses on her lovely body until the day we planned to murder her, day 15. One of the most amusing of the extreme tortures was the steaming of her uterus. I forced one of those women's steam curling tongs deep into Carolina's slimy cunthole and pushed the top four inches of it through her (by now badly damaged) cervix into her filthy uterus, then turned it on full. As soon as it was at its top temperature (she was already screaming from the searing of her cunt flesh), I pressed down on the steam control and held it down for a full five minutes until all the water was used up pouring into her vagina and uterus as boiling hot steam. Delicious screaming and, amusingly, she involuntarily pood herself. I enjoyed feeding it to her on a spoon.
On the 14th night, I had Carolina kneel before her masters and told her that we would decide this night whether or not we would kill her the next day. I told her that she may plead for her life and, if she did it well, we might consider letting her live. That was a wonderfully erotic evening listening to the child woman crying and screaming, begging and pleading for her life. She promised so many idiotic things, many of which we'd already done to her magnificent body. At the end of it, we all fucked her one last time, each of us choosing one hole (I buggered her laying on top so I could look into her eyes as I told her the methods we were going to choose from for her execution - this prompted yet more begging which helped me to explode in her pretty bottom one last time).
On the morning of day 15, the last day of lovely Carolina Porfirio's short life, I went with my colleagues to its cage and, after unchaining it, made the whore stand with legs wide apart and hands under its breasts holding them up and out for us to see. A mirror was placed behind her so we could see her lovely bottom. Then I told the curvy, pretty teenage girl that I had decided she would be murdered later that day. She immediately began screaming and wailing, sank to her knees and crawled forward to kiss my feet and up my legs to my penis in an endearing bid for mercy. She pood herself again and lost control of her bladder. Before any pleas for mercy were to be considered, the lovely child woman was ordered to lick up her disgraceful mess on the chamber floor.
That morning, while we 'considered' her plea for mercy, she agreed to a torture hysterectomy. One of my colleagues was a retired doctor who'd specialised in gynaecology and he led the fun operation. Everyone got a turn to do some cutting inside Carolina's young body, but the doctor had control in order to keep the cunt alive for her execution later in the day. He did so well, I gave him a very expensive bottle of rare wine as a thank you gift. Especially, as he saved just for me the final exquisite moment of the poor girl's mutilation, the removal of her uterus and ovaries from inside her nubile young body, her hopes of having children in a bloody tangle of bits and pieces of mangled flesh which I pulled from between her legs and trailed up her body to dangle over her beautiful, sobbing pale face. As the blood dripped onto her lips and her most intimate sex meat dangled over the bridge of her nose and in her beautiful blue eyes, Doc went to work inside cauterizing the wounds to prevent the bitch from bleeding to death or going into shock. God, that was such a loving and sexual moment, almost as good as taking the young whore's life itself.
At this time, Carolina thought she had just paid the price for keeping her useless fucking stupid life. With the bleeding stopped plus some emergency surgery on what had been her cervix, and pumped full of suppressant drugs, Carolina was allowed to rest for an hour. Meanwhile, her uterus, ovaries, vascular tissue from the cervical area, and chunks of flesh from the lining of her vagina were gently braised on a griddle. When it was cooked enough to make it tender, we fed Carolina her own internal sex organ piece by piece. The pretty whore (now only half a woman) was pumped full of adrenaline and other stimulant drugs. I told her that she could be shown no mercy, since she was a female sex toy, and a very pretty one at that, and we would kill her in precisely one hour.
The fucking pretty teenage whore didn't scream and wail at this news. Instead, she lost all colour and swooned, almost losing consciousness. Only the drugs in her system prevented the lovetoy from fainting. She looked as though she knew this was coming but, even so, couldn't believe it was happening to her, like it was a nightmare from which she would wake up at any moment. I ordered the cute bitch to walk to the execution chamber. This was, in fact, just another room in the basement chambers in which we had set up a wooden platform with a rope noose hanging above it from an overhead beam. She gasped and cried when I gave her this command but meekly obeyed. She was made to wiggle her bottom as she walked and to hold her fat young breasts in her hands. As she entered the chamber, the first thing she saw was the rope noose which shocked her so much she cried out again and fell, sobbing uncontrollably, to her knees.
The noose was actually merely for effect. Much as I like hanging, I had another more interesting, cruel and humiliating death in mind for Carolina. A swift, hard kick to the filthy slut's kidneys sent her sprawling on the chamber floor, retching. She was dragged along the floor by her pretty blonde hair to a wooden frame against the wall and facing the noose. Carolina was bound to the frame by her wrists and ankles and all we all gathered round to watch her darling angelic teenage face as I read the charges to her.
I remember the words as if I'd spoken them yesterday. "Carolina Porfirio, you are guilty of being 19 years old, being a sexually attractive whore, having a gorgeously pretty face and a beautiful, lithe body, of having large breasts, a tight, slimy cunt, a big, pert bottom, and gorgeous long legs. You are also guilty of having no uterus inside your body. Moreover, you are guilty of being a filthy little teenage whore, a beautiful female sex toy slut. Worst of all, you have, for the last 14 days, been showing your gorgeous big filthy body to men. You are a dirty little girl, a fat young tart. And for these reasons, I condemn you to die. You will give your life for our pleasure, Carolina. You will be killed in thirty minutes, lovegirl. You now have the opportunity to save your sister's life, Carolina, although not your own, by agreeing to eat the meat out of your fat teeny tittiebags."
Pleading with us not to kill her kid sister, the teen bitch agreed to eat her own titmeat, although she hadn't a clue what this meant. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Her breasts were cut open with the slice of a razor sharp scalpel in a straight line from her chest to the nipple of each bobo and both tits were opened like the petals of a flower. The female was so full of stimulants that the shock of having her tits cut open would be unlikely to kill her or even make her faint for quite a while. Using a spoon with a crafted razor sharp edge, I dug into each spunkbag in turn digging out titmeat and fatty tissue and fed it to her. The sharp edge of the spoon cut the inside of her mouth as she sucked the bloody mess off the spoon and swallowed it. Feeding Carolina her own breasts took about 10 minutes. We stuffed them with those soft, spongy things plastic surgeons use for enlarging bitches' tits. This seemed kind of funny, and we all had a giggle at it. Doc sewed up the tits as best he could, and then we led Carolina to the noose.
She was shaking with terror and began to plead one last time not to be killed. We stood her on the platform, tied her hands behind her back and put the noose around her neck. She was screaming and struggling and trying to kick us. That was nice to watch. Her ankles were then tied by cords to metal rings on either side of the platform, stretching her pretty legs to their painful maximum. At this point, the murder method was unveiled. Carolina thought she was going to be hanged but I wanted her to suffer real terror, pain and utter humiliation in her pretty death.
Mirrors were arranged behind and in front of her. Behind, so that we would have a good view of her bottom during death. It's always good to watch a sex toy's bottom during murder, to see the way it moves, especially its wobble, and to see what comes out of the anus. Nice also to glance at the legs from behind and the curve of the creature's back. In front, because we wanted Carolina to be able to see exactly what was being done to her.
Carolina Porfirio was now in the last few minutes of her life as I opened a small trap door in the platform immediately below the teenage whore's genitals. Then, stepping to the side of the platform, I inserted a metal handle into the ratchet at the top of a post which had just been inserted into a socket in the floor. By turning the handle, I was winding an orchestration of cogs and drives which produced a narrow steel shaft from the trapdoor between her legs. The shaft was about an inch in diameter brandishing a sharp point and tiny steel barbs each about a quarter of an inch in length and pointing in all directions. I quickly wound the shaft up to meet Carolina's wriggling cunthole then, leaving a colleague to drive the shaft, I went round to her front to guide the vicious steel shaft into Carolina's young body. The noose was tightened around her neck to make her body movements as dangerous as the shaft which was about to enter her vagina. Wearing a safety glove to protect my hand, I grabbed the shaft and two others helped to steady Carolina's shaking, struggling body. With my other hand, I opened her fat, sticky cunt lips. The rising shaft was now easy to guide into Carolina's young body. An inch inside the screaming teenager, the shaft had purchase on her cunt flesh and would now plough its own path as the drive mechanism forced it further and further inside her, through the remains of the place where her uterus had been, into her stomach and through her diaphragm.
Without careful guidance and a good knowledge of anatomy, the shaft could penetrate either lung or her heart or pass between them. Whilst, with Doc on hand, we had adequate anatomical knowledge, and we could, with his help, easily guide the shaft past her vital organs, my decision was that the shaft should be allowed follow its own path. It, in fact, penetrated one of her lungs, evidenced by the sudden spurt of pink and red foam from her mouth. Blood was also pouring down her lovely legs and the shaft itself. It finally came out of Carolina's long pretty neck just beneath her chin. I was thrilled to see she was still alive, if barely. Rather than let her drown in her own blood in her perforated lung, I asked for a bowie knife and plunged it into her belly, slashing around in there to sever her organs. We all came on Carolina's face as she died. 16414
Will it have enough processing power to crack the XBox key? :P
-Zipwow
I don't know which is more depressing, that 2/3 didn't care enough to vote, or that 1/2 of those that did are crazy.
Its great that these rumors of the PS3 are leaking out to get people excited, but we certainly won't be seeing the unit for a good while yet.
Console development is damn expensive (and getting worse each time around), and there is a *lot* of life left in the PS2. Hell, they're still selling PSOnes at a good clip!
I would expect Sony to milk the PS2 for all its worth before updating the hardware (and forcing updates from those developing for it, always a hassle). The only thing that would make them move more quickly is to one-up an opponent. And even then, they may wait; its the games that make money, and there are some pretty damn good games for the PS2.
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Don't worry, being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep in a giant blender.
remember, the more triangles/polygons, the more realistic round/curved shapes can appear (ie: faces).
but forgetting 640 x 480- what about progressive scan and HD resolutions?
and as a matter of fact, my PS2 does bog down below 24 fps in tight battles scenes of Socom Online- a few too many M60/M63 users and a Grenade or 2 in the same area produce slight-but noticable frame drooop.
i'll take the more HP (as long as it'll play PS2 games, too!) any time!!If she floats, she's a witch.
While having super fast graphics/processors/etc is a very good thing (after all, it has to last at least 5 years before the PS4 comes out ;) ), here's my own wish list for the PS3:
1. Backwards compatible with the PSOne and PS2. Plenty of great games for those systems still out there, and I still like to play them.
2. Hard drive. This will be needed for the online games (which I don't care about) and add-ons (which I do). While there are games like RPG Maker 2 coming out which use the memory card, I'm more interested in seeing a PC like mod-community surround the PS3 - something we don't have now.
That, and I just don't like memory cards. I must have 20 PSOne memory cards (and most of those backed up to the PC through some third party units). I'd like to be able to swap save games with my friends just by connecting to them online.
3. Built in Ethernet/Modem: I'm assuming that come 2005 we'll still mostly be connecting via 56K modems in some areas, so let's assume that's going to be the case. I don't need a "$10 a month for a central line" - I don't play online that often, and I'd rather just have a few good friends who aren't assholes connect to my PS3 over the 'Net to play.
4. With the Ethernet/Modem, I want a CDDB system for my CD's to store them on the HDD.
5. And, of course, I want a Linux disk to be orderable with the system - just for those of us who like to tinker.
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Microsoft announced the up and coming YBOX. Based on the intel platform, and manufactured by Dell, it will perform 2 trillion calculations per second, and will be marketed by Steve.....Dude..yer gettin a dell.
I'll just wait until the PlayStation 9 comes out.
Cruising the internet on my TI-99/4A @ a whopping 300 baud!
How many keys/sec?
Put it in a rack and throw *nix on it and sell it for 10x the price.
Getting a license doesn't mean that they will definately use it. For example AMD had a license agreement with Rambus since late 1998.
Article is also misleading: "Yellowstone can transfer data up to 100 gigabits per second, or three times faster than current high-speed memory". 100 Gigabits is only 12.5 Gigabytes. Geforce FX and Radeon 9700 PRO has much higher memory bandwidth.
"Cell, which is expected to come out in late 2004 or early 2005"..."will have the ability to do north of 1 trillion mathematical calculations per second, roughly 100 times more than a single Pentium 4 chip running at 2.5GHz."
- First off I don't know if I like the fact that the word "north" was put in there - IMHO I think the wording could have been better.
Anyway my initial impression was "Cool in 1 -2 years there will be a new PS console as long as it stays backwards compatible like the PS2 I should be alright" but then I started thinking - with the Linux Kit for the PS2 and the ethernet adapter etc... the PS2 is really starting to get close to just becoming another "choice" as far as a pc (personal computer).
Example: John Doe doesn't own a computer. John Doe buys a PS2 with all the accessories - and can now surf the web, send email, code, run nix apps, and play video games - exactly what the average computer home user does (with the linux exception of course)
So if the PS3 is really going to be this "crazy fast machine of death to all other consoles" then would it surprise anyone if Sony started it's own line of Computers/Console crossovers? Where do you draw the line on what difines Computer and what defines Console with the wall beginning to crumble?
Ave Molech Setting
Someone doing something worthwhile in the multi-processor field.
Maybe now people will start to write propper multi-threaded apps.
More seriously, this should be great for AI's, streams of N dimensional data e.g. video
, synthsised sound and DSP (think reason), etc.....
thank God the internet isn't a human right.
Yellowstone
The PS3 Cell Processor
Start buying Playstation 3s as soon as they are available. We shall build a supercomputer from the infidels and use their own power to crush them!
Not to mention the l337 beowulf cluster we'll build in the cave.
regards,
Osama
Trolling is a art,
gartnering of .conponeNTs, while peddling phony stock markup payper hostage ransom liesenses, up & DOWn the pacific crest.
lookout bullow. run for your options. the smoking gun is poiNTed at..... (there's not enough room here to provide the full list of suspects). you know who you/they are?
The PS3 is slated to come out in a hazy period when everyone in the US is *supposed* to switch to HDTV, but obviously the majority of people aren't going to. If the PS2 is HDTV-only, then that's great in a lot of ways, but it's also going to limit market. Heck, I have a 12 year old TV that suits me just fine, and I still buy new consoles. That same TV has lasted me through the Genesis, PS1 and PS2 (and probably a Game Cube one of these days).
I could see Sony delaying the PS3 until HDTV has taken over a majority of the market.
1 - They licensed rambus stuff for the ps2.
2 - They threw around all kinds of crazy numbers for the ps2 in a marketing bid to get the fanboys excited. Anyone remember 70 million polys/second, or 300 times faster than the Ps1?
I heard a rumour from a couple folk who seem to think that sometime in February there will be a price drop on the PS2. I can't seem to find any evidence to go along with this, but I've heard it from more than one person, although they didn't point me to any sort of proof. Anybody know if this is true or if I'm being lied to?
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Some good games? The past 5 games I bought for the Ps2 at $50 a pop, I returned 3 of them because they were very disappointing. Great Hardware and Fantastic graphics are insignificant if the game sucks. Better yet, how about a new game genre?
Something tells me we're going to have a console that's really good at counting to 1 trillion. They don't exactly say *what* mathematical calculations it's so good at... or if it gets the calculations right. 1 + 1 = -37, anyone?
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...is if the PS3 will be easier to program than the PS2? My impression of the PSX history was that it did well because it was the 3dfx of consoles. That is, like Glide on PCs, the PSX development tools made tossing 3D games together fairly easy, relative to the Saturn and possibly even the N64. Naturally, those that wanted to squeeze the very most out of the system found the tricks (by getting "down to the metal", so to speak) that would pull off things that weren't necessarily possible through the standard dev tools. This satisfied a great number of developers, as they could get be as deep or as shallow with the graphics as they wanted.
:^) Possibly off-topic, but this is a story about the PS3 tech...
Now, the PS2 comes out and everyone talks about how difficult it is to program for. Sure, we may be past that, but some devs definitely gave the impression of being turned off by Sony's new system and thought Sony had done a poor job the second time around in providing good dev tools. Naturally, the ability to get down and dirty with the hardware is still there, but perhaps those that didn't want to get too deep into the programming couldn't toss off games quite as easily as they had with the PSX. (Aside: Less shovelware might be a good thing for a console, come to think of it. But I digress...) I'd be interested to know if people still consider the PS2 to be a difficult system to work with.
Now, the PS3 is in the works and has this nebulous "cell" technology. If two processors were hard to work with in the PS2 (and Saturn and Jaguar) then how the hell can adding more be better, right? What I'd like to be hearing, if I were a game dev, is not that the system is going to be the most powerful thing to hit the industry but rather that it's powerful and easy to start programming for as soon as the dev kit arrives. If there is a high level system that allows you to just toss jobs as this group of cells and get them to do lots of dirty work for you without a lot of hand-holding, then that might very well be cool. But if every game programmer has to learn to corral a horde or CPUs into doing things in parallel, then it sounds like a losing prospect.
Ok, that's enough. Just wanted to get that out there.
Curmudgeon Gamer: Not happy
That's all fine and good - but i was promised the PS9 right after the PS2 came out!
Where the hell is my PS9, with neural integration?!
There are 01 types of people in this world. Those that understand binary, and me.
Any chance Slashdot could be the ONE PLACE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD where I might be safe from PS3 advertising?
Besides, weren't we burned bad enough with PS2? Sony's spec claims have always been 100% meaningness -- they obviously just throw outrageous BS out there when someone else has the more advanced system so people who buy for advanced will not see differences between sony and more advanced (in present case xbox and previously dreamcast) as nearly as significant when they think sony's next will be 100000^100000x better.
Imagine 17 Million of those unit's hooked up to broadband. Makes what Gateway's doing look like a pocket calculator.
I think the real question is how will this port to cruise missiles. Despite the hype, converting our North Korean Scuds to utilize the PS2's graphics processor in tandem with a GPS system proved to be a nightmare. Sony's drooling tech support staff was no help at all. Spare me all the talk about gigaflops and triangles and make it user friendly!
RAMBUS bitches at YOU!
Human synapses don't do a single mathematical calculation per second. I don't know what the measurement is, but I know that not all brain cells do mathematical based calculations..
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Online Starcraft RPG? At
Dietary fiber is like asynchronous IO-- Non-blocking!
Few people know it, but the PS2 is only backward-compatible with the PS1 due to a happy accident. As I understand it, the PS2 uses a PS1 CPU for its I/O and sound processing. When you pop a PS1 game into the system, the PS2 BIOS switches control of all the peripherals over to the PS1 CPU and busies itself emulating the PS1 graphics subsystem.
With the radical changes inherent in a cell design (as nebulously defined as the term is right now), I can't see how they could pull off the same trick twice. In theory, if they managed to do a full software emulation of PS2, they'd get free PS1 support.
maybe someone can expand on this, but I believe for import and export purposes, the definition of game console and personal computer becomes a financial issue.
that may play into the decision to market it one way or another.
There's nothing Intelligent about Intelligent Design.
I don't agree the PS2 is such a big improvement over the DC in real world applications. You know the real world? programming ease counts there.
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If the PS3 holds true to the hype, we could be bruteforcing XBOX private key using PS3!! Now that's fun
"When's the last time you upgraded the RAM in your console?"
Right after Majora's Mask came out and I got the 4 meg memory upgrade for my N64.
Oh, you meant that to be rhetorical...oops
The Sony PlayStation 5, a 2,048-bit console featuring a 45-Ghz trinary processor, CineReal graphics booster with 2-gig biotexturing, and an RSP connector for 360-degree online-immersion play. See the specs at Playstation 5
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Dude... Troll Tuesday kicks ass. :)
They have sold over 20 million PS2's, and it is totally dominating the next-gen console market (For now.). It has the largest sell-through base of any platform for developers.
Well i Sure hope ole' saddam doesnt get his hands on any like he did with the PS2's http://www.theregister.co.uk/content/archive/15584 .html Imagine what he could do with 4000 PS3's all doing a trillion operations per second!!
....they should invest some money in designing a new controller instead. They wont be able to get away with that crappy design with another console.
You better stop skipping class, you obviously need it.
Well I have always loved the Sony Playstation line since day one. There has always been a sense of dedication and ingenuity about them. The companies that they contract for games, and the games they make themselves. I only buy a few games here and there but they are the games the Sony puts on their Playstation,, like Tekken, Final Fantasy, Grand Tourismo, Mortalcombat 4 and Robotech. Sure some games come out on other platforms and I have played them on others-but it "feels" more or better ( you damn English majors;-P ) to play them on a Playstation. ...now if they would only pay me for this creaking post! ;-) X2
This SIG pulled due to lack of funding. (This damn war is costing too much!)
Sony, Nintendo, Microsoft make all their money on software sales. The second people can run UNLICENSED software on the system (Ie. Linux, which in turn can run Linux games, or emulators) will make it so there is little to no need to buy legit software for that console. You may think "Sure, but the percentage of people who will do this is small. So it wont hurt." - WRONG, losing ANY legit game sales hurts the developers. If you look at the XBox with it's mod chips, people can put 200GB drives in their systems, stick a Linux installation on the drive, stuff it with a NES, SNES, Genesis, GameBoy, GameBoy Advance, MAME, and god knows what else emulators on it, thats all people NEED for $200 bux! A lot of people are buying the XBox simply for that purpose, which Microsoft (And others) LOSE MONEY ON. You can blame this on bad console design, but Microsoft and Sony CAN NOT offer systems like this as cheap as we are seeing now if you want this. They will have to redo their entire marketing and we would see consoles for nearly $500 just so Sony / etc gets some sort of PROFIT by allowing people to opt out of buying their licensed software (Like the PS2 Dev kit).
Will they license Magic Gate technology for their memory cards??
I won't be able to sleep at night until that mystery is solved!
In the future, I would want to not be isolated from my friends in the Space Station.
This is neither easy nor fun. It's the main reason that PS2 games sucked for the first year.
The XBox is an Intel PC with a GEForce 3, so everybody knows how to program that. There was concern at Sony that developers might desert the PS2 for the XBox, since they could get product out the door faster that way. In response, Sony had been telling developers that, next time, their machine would be more standard.
But now that the PS2 is selling well, and developers have learned how to deal with the wierd engine, maybe Sony is more confident in proposing a nonstandard architecture for the next time.
In this context, "nonstandard architecture" means "doesn't run C". We're back in assembly language again. Probably a wierd assembly language. Post-superscalar assembly languages are painful, because they're used only for stuff you can't say in C. Try writing some MMX code to get a feel for this.
Let's not forget that with a few simple hacks, you'll be able to guide nuclear missiles you know...
-- Leeeter than leet
With those criminals on board, there might as well be a Grand Theft Semiconductor for the PS3.
This has been discussed several times. Sony is huge in home entertainment. They manufacture everything that you can plug into a television AND they make computers. They're big into Linux now that Microsoft has jumped in on their gaming profit shares.
... but I don't think they got very far.
... oh wait, nothing is missing. I'm going to go place my order for PS2 Linux now.
Panasonic was trying to do cool stuff with Nintendo's GameCube
I suspect the next generation of all gaming consoles will be more of an all around entertainment box with all the Internet connectivity of a home computer. The only thing missing from the XBox is a keyboard, mouse, and web browser. The only thing missing from the PS2 is
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Hee hee... The title of this thread gave me the mental picture of a pile of disparate electronic components slowly moving toward each other under their own power and merging to form the Ultimate Gaming Device.
"All animals are created equal, but some animals are more equal than others." - George Orwell
More fucking bullshit Sony hype for you idiots... And you will believe it, just like you believed the hype for the technically weak PS2.
1 Trillion... My ass!
i cant find the /. article (nor did i bother to look) but i remember SONY owing nintendo significant amounts of money for every console sold under the 'playstation' name, and it seemed that sony would be foolish to continue naming them "playstation x"
Anybody who remembers the hype from the PS2's pre-release will remember exactly how much pure FUD they spread. There will no doubt be PS2 defenders who are going to reply to me and defend every claim that Sony has made, but the fact is (and I've seen the real world comparisons) that the PS2 isn't half of what Sony promised. They made outrageous polygon claims and bandwidth promises, all of which were in better than ideal, and horribly unrealistic conditions, and they were assuming you weren't actually doing anything in the first place (rendering single, untextured, unshaded, flat surfaced polygons).
There will be no doubt the next Playstation will be leaps and bounds beyond the PS2. It will probably be more powerful than either the Gamecube or the XBox combined. That happens. It's Moores Law (which is ending, or so they say).
But the fact is no matter how good the PS3 will or will not be, Sony is going to feed us as much hype and fud as they can generate until we all have a PS3 sitting in front of us (disappointing us).
And I'm not just trying to flame Sony, because I like many of the games I have for my PS2, as well as the fact that I can play all of my PS1 games on it. But the truth is, Sony as a gaming company really hasn't got any more of a clue than Microsoft. They only know how to market something, and it doesn't matter what it is. It can be anything from a featureless AM/FM radio the size of a quarter or it can be a really stupid mechanical Dog. If the engineers make it, Sony's marketing division can sell it to you.
I predict the PS3 will be either black again, or silverish like the Sony Vvega televisions. I predict the controller will change very little (or not at all) though perhaps it will gain a couple of new useful features. Really the PS2 controller has reached a height of evolution that, love or or hate it, is hard to fault (unless it doesn't fit your well in your hands...) It will be a big leap in technology blah blah blah but anymore that isn't mattering the way it used to. I predict that the first year of games will be rushed sequals to PS2 games and shoveled versions of PC games or XBox/Gamecube games that outshined the PS2 versions (this year will be the year the GCN and XBox really show their technical superiority as the developers have come to grips with the systems).
Most importantly, you can expect television commercials, signs, radio spots, magazine spots (even in no-gaming mag-rags), you can expect web-banners, signs in malls, signs in fast-food-joints, and basically all of the crap we've become used to, only pushed to a level only Sony has the stomach to do.
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Example: John Doe doesn't own a computer. John Doe buys a PS2 with all the accessories - and can now surf the web, send email, code, run nix apps, and play video games - exactly what the average computer home user does (with the linux exception of course)
Somehow I don't think that "John Doe" will be doing much coding or running nix apps if he already doesn't own a computer. Any person who is that into code or linux would most likely already have a computer at home.
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Even though xbox came after PS2 the graphics of PS still gives XBOX run for its technology. The root of this maybe is that windoze and directx is such a old technology.
PS3 will actually show how outdated M$ windows and directx is. Directx has always been an inferior product but monopoly made it acceptable in windoze.
Even desktop linux is proving how bad of OS is windoze.
windoze days are over and so is M$.
Hardly an accident I would imagine. Considering that the other game consoles weren't, at the time, marketing backwards compatibility and considering that Sony's money comes not from the consoles, but from game sales. They would have been stupid to not continue to milk their existing base of games and of future games to be made for the PS1 platform.
The PS1 cpu was also a RISC processor. This makes it an efficient IO controller as well as being a programmable one to boot.
Hardly an accident. Most likely planned strategy to garner continued income from the current base of software for the PS1.
As for Cell computing, it is essentially like a PVM or MPI system. Except with the kind of technology they are talking about for interconnects, it would be like comparing a homebuilt Beowulf cluster with 10mpbs connections to one which uses gigabit connections.
With Cell computing, they are just taking the PS2 scheme of using a PS1 chip as IO to the next level. Only more generalized. With on-chip integration, they would save on circuit board real estate as well as power consumption. The system would also be blazingly fast.
The only problem with multiple processors on the same chip die is the cost. :|
But basically, with Cell computing, they would be able to easily emulate the PS2 with special enhancements. Heck, they would be able to emulate mulitple PS2s so multiple people can play on multiple screens, all from the same box.
From their press releases, you would also be able to link up the various PS3's into one large computing unit.
That in my mind makes buying the PS3 a very desirable proposition. Owning more than one might actually be rather cool. >:)
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Since you can have a different page open in each bank... should allow for some graphics intensive computation, and good multitasking. The fact that rambus can have different pages open in each back lends well to SMP, too, so maybe they're thinking of using more than one CPU?
Food for thought..
Goodbye Bleem! www.bleem.com - where did it go? killed by the Sony killing machine. Since then, I've never touch PS1 or PS2... Long live MegaMan (on another console).
Looks fine to me! I've enjoyed many fine games on my PS2. Sure other things have eclipsed it, that is inevitable. But the PS2 does look impressive when compared to the previous PS1.
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Encryption.
Vector subtraction implemented neurally: A neurocomputational model of some sequential cognitive and conscious processes
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There was a hoax that Sony owed money to Nintendo over the name of the Playstation. It turned out to a hoax. Here's the full story:
...slashdot really is no source for news, the "editors" are a joke ;).
/. posted their news the story has disappeared completely from the Consoletalk site. Who knows...
S NES+Playstation" target="_blank">here's the query I used.
Sony, Nintendo Playstation story "a hoax"
The Inquirer
Letters Amy beware
By INQUIRER staff: Thursday 19 December 2002, 13:37
Subject: Nintendo enjoys a 10 per cent slice of Sony's Playstation profits
Hi Paul,
Just read your article titled "Nintendo enjoys a 10 per cent slice of Sony's Playstation profits", and noticed you mention don't remember the original story.
I remember back in the days of owning my SuperNES, reading of a plan (and seeing some "artists impressions" of what it would look like) to produce a CD drive add on for the system. The SNES console would site on top of the unit, connected by its expansion port. The idea being, I believe, was to upgrade the capabilities of the SNES, and allow larger games to be loaded from CD-ROMS. The article I read at the time specifically mentioned that the CD unit was going to be produced by Sony.
I don't remember it being called anything along the lines of Playstation, I think it was to be called the SuperCD, similar to the MegaCD add-on for the Sega Megadrive.
I suspect Nintendo saw the "success" of the Sega MegaCD and canned it accordingly!
10% of the Playstation profits seems a rather large amount to be paid to Nintendo just off the back of this project alone, however I do recall more recently reading a related article which mentioned that the Playstation evolved out of this project, and in fact every Playstation more or less contained a SNES... This of course may just be something else to toss onto the rumour mill!
Ben
Subject: Nintendo enjoys a 10 per cent slice of Sony's Playstation profits
Hiya,
Nintendo might well have an interest in the Playstation name. It is indeed true that the original, never to be released, Playstation was a CDROM for the SNES. My memory is rusty over whether it was a genuine joint venture, I seem to remember that Nintendo paid Sony to develop the gizmo (which included an updated graphics chip). Nintendo, for whatever reason, decided they didn't like the project and Sony decided that they did like it. Hence Sony went off and developed a full on Playstation. However, it would not surprise me if Nintendo originally financing/sponsoring the project gave them some right to the name.
Arron
Subject: Nintendo enjoys a 10 per cent slice of Sony's Playstation profits
Hi
Inquirer often reports rumours, but please, you should do _some_ filtering at least. One source in the whole world for a _MAJOR_ news item (consoletalk). News that, if true, would have to be told to stock owners first (press release etc.) and that would make headlines at CNN.
Jussi Lassila
I think the story that was posted on the Consoletalk site was a hoax. Someone sent the story to me yesterday, but decided not to post it after i didnt find anything backing the story up. News that big would have been reported on the Sony/Nintendo websites, or if there was an announcement, in some Japanese newspapers at least. It seems right before
Fred
Subject: Nintendo enjoys a 10 per cent slice of Sony's Playstation profits
As I recall, Sony and Nintendo were working on advanced CD-ROM attachment for the Super Nintendo (SNES) Entertainment System. The name of this device, if I understand the article correctly, was to be "Playstation". No whether or not Nintendo filed paperwork or somehow trademarked/copyrighted the name, I don't know, but if Sony is agreeing with and conceding to Nintendo, one can only assume that there was indeed a valid interest in that name.
Here's some interesting URLs on this device with some quotes (forgive any URL wrapping)--
"At one time, Nintendo had deals going with both Phillips and Sony, to develop a CD-ROM for use with the SNES." - See here.
"It's true. Years ago, Sony was designing a CD-ROM add-on called PlayStation for Nintendo's SNES. After many delays due to contract disagreements, Nintendo's deals with Philips to also make a CD-ROM system compatible with SNES, and Nintendo's change of heart for the slow-loading CD-ROM format, the original PlayStation project died." - That's here. And here.
Google also appears to have these pages cached in case any of them should happen to not load, a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=Nintendo+CD+
Will
Subject: the console article thinger
Hi,
Just as some extra info, to supplement the article on Nintendo and the Playstation name⦠I remember reading a while back, that the Playstation was born, through Nintendoâ(TM)s ignorance.
Legend has it (or does it?) that Nintendo originally contracted Sony to design a "CD based console add-on" for the SNES. This, I surmise, was supposed to be the answer to Segaâ(TM)s add-on for the Genesis/Mega-Drive which was labeled the GenesisCD/Mega-CD. Nintendo then refused to have it made, bla bla, something or other â" and Sony ended up designing the console for itself, and the Playstation was born. I donâ(TM)t really know all the interim details (where I inserted bla bla) but I could do some Googling and give you anything I find.
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You say things that offend me and I can deal with it. Can you?
Sony's Spec claims, like anyone else's spec claims, are just that. Raw Performance specs. How the game designer and game coder makes use of that potential afterwards is the limiting factor, not the machine.
PS2 didn't burn people who had realistic expectations. They promised a great system and month after month of games lined up and they delivered.
The dreamcast was slightly more advanced than the PS2. However, what does that matter if the company can't remain stable? In that regards, Sega dropped the ball and Sony delivered by remaining and deciding to support their customers who owned PS1 game titles. Currently, Sega doesn't support DC anymore. Currently, Sony still supports the PS1 with new games and new hardware.
The Xbox was MS attempting to get into the game market. The box is basically a PC put inside of a large console box. Is it better than the PS2? From a raw performance standpoint, it is. From a game standpoint, it is a good system. But, will they be around in the game market long enough to know whether they will pull a Sega? Or perhaps a MS with constant revisions and upgrades? Who knows. They are the new kid on the block and they have to prove themselves. So far, they are holding their own even though their console sales are suffering.
The point is, you point out that Sony's specs are BS because consoles put out after it have higher specs. That is flawed logic.
Sony delivered the system they said they would deliver. Ie, one which was many fold more powerful than their previous Playstation.
Will Sony's next machine, the PS3, be just as impressive? I certainly hope so. But until it is delivered to the customers, it is a moving target. One which Sony will most likely update with new technology before putting the unit on the production lines.
Regarding Nintendo, my beef with them is their resistance of letting go the "game cartridge" mindset. Which is unfortunate since the cartridge design doesn't slow down pirating or hacking of their systems in the slightest, but it does increase their overhead and thin out their margins.
Regarding PS2 and Xbox, I prefer to think of it this way: If you are comparing the graphics quality of a system, The Xbox, released 2-3 years after another system, The PS2, that speaks pretty highly of the power of the hardware of the PS2 and that of the PS2 game designers and coders.
More reason why in my mind, Sony delivered on the PS2 and will continue to deliver in their future platforms. It is also the reason why I feel secure that my PS1 and PS2 games will still be playable when I'm running on a PS5. :)
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Where do you draw the line on what difines Computer and what defines Console with the wall beginning to crumble?
When Sony has root.
Seriously, do you want a megacorporation deciding what can and cannot be written to run on your computer? Isn't that PRECISELY what we're trying to avoid?
Oohhhhh... didn't think of that, did you? Sony and Nintendo's licensing policies for consoles make DRM look like a fucking carnival attraction.
I guess they must have re-rendered the entire movie for DVD then.
Sorry, but my karma just ran over your dogma.
Probably the same people who said the X-box was going to drop in price after Thanksgiving. Here's a heads up, it didn't.
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I'm not ready yet!
I'm still trying to gather myself after the amazing performance of the heart-rending "Emotion Engine" in the PS2!
*Sniff* It brings a tear to me eye...
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Actually, it did, if you step back and look at how it's bundled now.
the package price is still 199, but they're tossing in 2 games and the less-monsterous controller. Considering those two titles were still retailing for $49 each prior to the 'new bundle', that's a considerable price change.
last i heard, there was talk about a $50 price drop sometime before/around june for all 3 systems. Another rumor i've heard recently is that new titles will be debuted at a $39 price point, as all three console companies are aiming for the more price-conscious consumers. time will tell as to what happens, but it seems like a plausable condition to work with.
personally, i already own all the current consoles... so a price drop isn't gonna excite me too much.
People keep asking for, and companies keep providing, new features for gaming consoles: - fast RAM - powerful processor - hard drive - network connection - DVD drive - outstanding graphics Seems to me, incidentally, that the more PC components (like RAMBUS) get thrown into consoles, the closer to being full-fledged computers they become. And on a related note, it won't be called a PS3. Didn't anyone read the /. story about how Nintendo sued Sony for the Playstation name and won?
You know, I hadn't considered that. But since neither of those games (Jet Set Radio Future and Sega GT, I think) held any interest for me, I never really thought of it as adding value. But yeah, I guess you're right.
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While it might be true that Sony could be making money now on the PS1 hardware sales, it isn't true of the PS2. At least, not yet.
Console companies typically don't make money off of the hardware consoles. It is normally from the sale of game development licenses and from royalties of the sold games. (Charge for people to develope and charge when games are sold)
A typical development license+hardware/software for the PS2 will run you $10,000.00. To get additioanl development software like Metrowerks' IDE, you will pay anouther $5000.00.
The PS3 will most likely be at a big loss at first. But then again, Sony is intending to market and license the chips to other companies for additional income. The PS3 will most likely be about the same size as the PS2 since most of the chips will be integrated and not spread out into seperate modules. Part of the reason why Sony is going to Cell, I'm sure.
The Xbox was a modified PC motherboard and graphics hardware. The size was dictated by the motherboard. Sony has the option to shape their boards however they might. Same for Nintendo's GameCube.
As for cost of the hardware...
Development of the primary chips is usually in the hundreds of millions if not several billion dollars. Sony invests heavily into R&D.
The chips on the system cost, I would imagine, about $3-5 each to make in bulk amounts in the 100's of thousands. However, their first few thousand will be in small batches to do testing. This adds to the cost. Then there is the cost of the motherboard design and how all the systems would integrate. The mainboard will probably run about $50-$100 each after assembly in raw materials. The drive assembly about half that. Then the power supply and such.
After the labour involved is taken into account and when you consider the numer of units made, you are basically looking at a piece of hardware that would cost about $1000-$2000 if bought in bulk and $3000+ if bought in smaller quantities. You'll probably be looking at a PS3 shelf retail price of $499.99 - $699.99. Why would they sell at a loss? Because they make the bulk of the money in game sales.
A family will probably buy on PS3. But during the life of that PS3, they will buy 20-50 games.
Games are cheap to make. So let's take your average game of $49.99(round to $50).
Store/Retailer takes in $25 or so per game.
The retail price is normally double, at least, of the wholesale price => $25.
Sony takes in about $12.50 from the sale of the game to the stores.
The wholesale price is normally double+ of the profit price. => $12.50
Depending on the royalty arrangement, Sony will probably end up taking another 20% of this: $2.50 or so.
So, after all is said and done:
Store: $25
Sony: $12.50 + $2.50 => $15.00 / game
Sony also collects license fees and the such for the development of the game, but we can ignore that segment.
So, at 20 - 50 games per household: $300 - $750
(Note, my figures are extremely ball-park'ish, so the numbers would vary depending...)
But given that Sony sells millions of the stations on the opening week and will continue to sell millions for the next 6 months or so each month: 10mil + ( 6 * 1mil) => 16million systems in first half year
You take that same number and you get something like $4.8 billion - $12.0 billion gross from game sales. (Tax and overhead cuts into that...)
As more machines are produced, their cost goes down significantly. The first year will be a break-even year. The second year will be major net profits.
So, initially... for the first year or so, hardware is sold at a loss. But the game sales and licenses more than make up for the cost of the hardware.
Given the way Sony designs and builds their hardware, it is highly unlikely that the PS3 will be bigger than the Xbox. More likely, it will be round the size of the PS2.
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I think it should also have 2 TV outs... or 4 even
Hell, if I have 4 controllers, 4 players, and 4 TVs... I want to use them. It would kick ass to be able to play that way.
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I seem to recall something about Sony adding a BASIC interpreter to their console so that they could call it a computer.
Might just be in the UK though.
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Not really. A good clip is how well the GameCube is selling in Japan, usually around 75,000 units a week. The PSOne moves a couple thousand a week. The only people who buy a PSOne are people who want to give the kids a PS for a TV in the rec room, without taking away the PS2 they use for DVD playback.
The PS2 is nearing the end of its life. For people who only own one console, the PS2 still has some stuff coming out for it that they'll like, but for most of the rest of us the only things interesting on it are titles like Wild Arms 3 and Suikoden 3, which won't be released elsewhere. Things like Medal of Honour: Frontline are out on GameCube and Xbox with extras like multiplayer modes and better graphics. A lot of the titles for the PS2 just aren't as compelling when you have multiple consoles. Onimusha, Metal Gear, etc, are all showing up elsewhere. Why own it on the PS2 when you can have it better on a different console?
As for the exclusives themselves, there aren't too many. Enough for me to justify buying the console, but not too many in general (Devil May Cry series, Onimusha 2, a few PS2 RPGs, Mr. Mosquito).
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It's not like this is anything new. As the price of components goes down, the oppurtunity to produce technology that incorporates previous innovations becomes a reality.
This is a Good Thing (tm). Increase in product base, increase in business to business transactions, stimulation of economy, and...hopefully, some improvment of quality of life.
Stop trying to extrapolate the differences between consoles and PCs! Why must you classify?
"Ever hear of HDTV? By the time the PS3 hits the street HDTV should have a major foothold in the market. I'm sure Microsoft and Nintendo's next gen systems will support the higher resolutions offered by HDTV"
Next-gen?
Today I can hook up my Xbox and GameCube to an HDTV. Today I can get 480p (Shenmue 2x, Metroid Prime), 1080i (Dragon's Lair), and 720p (the hardest to do, but in THPS4 for Xbox).
Today I can do these things. Today I can play all my Xbox games in DTS surround, and almost all of my GameCube games in PL2 surround.
Today the PS2 boasts about 10 titles which have some kind of surround sound support, mainly being DTS or DD cutscenes with the odd game (Socom) which actually uses PL2 surround sound in game (it can't do DD or DTS in game). In terms of support for better than stereo sound and 512x384 NTSC, the PS2 is a joke.
Right now, the only reason to have a PS2 is for titles you can't get on the GameCube or Xbox (Devil May Cry series, etc). And even that's not guaranteed (Crash Bandicoot anyone? Resident Evil?). Sony has no strong first-party brands, like Nintendo does. Nor do they have the best hardware, like Microsoft does.
This announcement is Sony rattling its sabre for its PS2 fanboys. Everyone who's serious about gaming has all the consoles, and plays the good games regardless of platform. The PS2 is the weakest, oldest console out there in terms of features and progamability. That's why Sony is sabre rattling. They did the same thing to kill the Dreamcast. I don't think it'll work out the same this time.
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'1 trillion mathematical calculations per second.'
Goll-eee son, that'd flat outdrag a chevrolet, yep it would I tell ya.
Here is a snippet from the Inquirer about the PS3
"A reliable source close to Sony's plans explained the way the Playstation3 works to the INQUIRER.
He said that the computers are made of cells, each one containing a CPU, which will probably be a PowerPC, and eight APUs (vectorial processors) each with 128K of memory.
It will run at 4GHz, producing a not inconsiderable 256Gflops, with the cells connected to the central 64MB memory through a switched 1024 bit bus.
It's still not clear how many of these "cells" will be used in the Playstation3, but Sony reckoned some time ago it could be as many as one teraflops, probably making it a four cell architecture.
Optical links - perhaps even FireWire optical links - could be used to share computing power."
http://www.theinquirer.net/?article=7078
And has lower latency:
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Get over the "I hate Rambus" fetish, and get beyond 2-year-old smear articles written by paid stooges at THG." Two years after introduction, the fastest memory subsystem for the P-4 is still RDRAM, particularly with hyperthreading:
http://www.theinquirer.net/?article=6871
"My Xbox's hard-drive on the other hand is about fucking useless. Yes, it'll save my game on MY Xbox, but it doesn't do me any good when I go anywhere else.
A hard drive is a good thing. Big-Fat Memory cards are better. There is really no argument here."
You're revisiting the same arguments that applied to the N64 cartridges (similar to the HD in internal expandability) and N64 memory cards. Memory cards are great to keep all game saves in one centralized device. Memory cards aren't great for things like sports games which track hundreds of stats, games like Morrowind which cache things on the HD, Dead or Alive costume expansions, etc. These are all problems which lend themselves to a persistent storage method like a harddrive.
If you want to move games between a console, use a memory card. If you want to change how your games play, make the persistency of the world you play in much better, or like to expand entire new modes via online support (Mech Assault downloads, for example, of new levels, mechs, and map modes), you need something like a harddrive. A 64mb or 128mb memory card will not cut it the same way a 10 or 20gb drive will.
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"...will contain multiple chips inside a single piece of silicon..."
chip == die == single piece of slicon
If C-net can't get some simple termanology correct, how can you trust anything else they write?
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Intel just dropped them, and intel is pretty much the reason for them doing any sort of business at all. Now they got some smart geeks with nothing to do, and a bunch of good managers. They know their company will go under, so they offer product very cheap. Not suprizeing that a platform that is only ment for games would love to snatch rambus technology up.
After all, rambus has always owned any sort of DDR board when it comes to games. Try to find some old rambus vs ddr boards over at hardocp and you will find tons of examples of that. Just makes sense for a video game console producers to jump on a goldmine like that.
The Xbox2 will have 3 Teraflops peak performance, will cost a lot more, and will have a vast array of forgettably unprofitable games.
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Anyone who doesn't have a coomputer by the next console release is a complete loser, so it doesn't really matter anyway. Right now computers are like TV's in the 50's. In a couple years, every home will have a few. ( But we all know that )
Yeah, it was only a couple of years between the 50's and the 70's, wasn't it?
Yes, but dreamcast was out way before the ps2 and could easily have matched it without sony's bullying tactics to companies such as ea, and their preventing of games such as half-life, b&w ever being released...
20 years, but that the time is not what is comparable. Computers have made huge advancements, what major advancments has tv made? ( You cannot count 'features', I mean hardware advances) Besides smaller and more efficient electroncis, and slightly better tuners, they are the same. My tv changes channels no faster than my granparents 1960's tv in their day. The comment was ment as a joke, and you are nothing but another AC.
"Cell, which is expected to come out in late 2004 or early 2005"..."will have the ability to do north of 1 trillion mathematical calculations per second, roughly 100 times more than a single Pentium 4 chip running at 2.5GHz."
I guess it's a damn good thing my video card doesn't use a pentium 4 as the GPU. Quite frankly, with greater than a 2 year lead time, I'm amazed that their GPU can only muster a 100x computing advantage over a CPU. I thought that Nvidia and ATI's current high end already did greater than 100x the computations of a P4.
Of course, there is no comparison between a GPU running highly parallelized floating operations vs. a CPU running general order dependent machine code.
but neither the Gamecube nor the PlayStation 2 have enough framebuffer memory to run at anything higher than 480p. It's actually impossible.
Tobal No. 1 for PlayStation was one of the smoothest 3D fighting games from the 32-bit console era because it 1. pushed 512x224 pixels at 60 fps and 2. turned on interlaced mode, giving 512x448 effective pixels. The same can be done at twice the resolution. If you have the VRAM to hold a pair of 480p framebuffers and a 480p Z-buffer, and you have the fill rate to render 60 fps at 480p (the GCN's on-die frame buffer and Z buffer help), you can render 960i by shifting all polygons up half a pixel on every other frame.
Will I retire or break 10K?
Yes, the PS3 will actually be using Linux as it's ROM loader, so in addition to running games you can start it up in console mode.
URL please?
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Isn't that kind of what Sun, Silicon Graphics and a host of other companies who also make systems do?
Granted Sun systems do occassionally allow for Windows NT as i'm sure if Sony really wanted to merge home entertainment and a computer into one they would follow their same path and have both a Sony OS and allow for redhat based nix distro's as well.
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They are doing viability testing, not gathering components for the finalized system (though it is conceivable that they will make it, all you have to do is analyze the process of evolution for the Playstation prototypes to see that it is equally conceivable that they will not). Don't even expect standardization until next year, or even 2005.
I wouldn't be too impressed by the PS3's numbers. It all depends on the types of computations involved - my Radeon 9700 is easily 100 times faster than a p4 at some 3d-type stuff (matrix math would be one example, IIRC). I highly doubt that the PS3 is going to be the equivilent of a 250Ghz p4.
It's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning.
All,
PS3 is way way faster and more capable than XBox. This goes to show once more than MS is holding back the industry.
It's not that simple.
First of all missles don't go in a Arch. Motars and artillery shells travel in a arch. You don't need computers to aim shells that travel in a arch. You need trig. When was the last time you saw a artillery or motar shell with a guidance computer in it? Before motar's and artillery they had these things called "cannons." They didn't have computers back then but guess what. The "cannon" ball in the "cannon" still would travel at a arc. And the good "cannon" aimers could hit there target without these "computers" you speak of.
Missles travel any path they are programmed to. From what I understand the Cruise missle when it gets within a certain range of the target will switch into terrain targeting mode and follow valleys, go on top of hills etc to avoid radar and being shot down.
Why do you think a missle defense system is so hard to create? Not just because the missles are going so fast but they don't travel at predictable rates. Such a stupid guidence system of yours would make it very easy.
And in your little example what the hell is the 2nd or 3rd year computer science major going to program the guidence system in? C? You moron they'd have to write assembly for the specific cpu they used.
As a 3rd year Information Studies student who does know how to read and follow simple schematics I would have no idea to even go about the thing. I don't know many 4th year or even graduate students that know assembly, much less assembly for a non x86 processor.
What is the GPS system going to do in your imaginary missle? It isn't much good without a guidance system and a way to steer the missle to the target (like moving fins on the back.)
Just became a whole lot more complicated.
What is wrong with you?
Have you actually tried running X on the ps2? It's ass-slow, because the ps2 is basically a graphics accelerator strapped to an auxiliary processor. Even with a version of XFree optimized for ps2, it'd still be subpar. Ultimately, game consoles are computers - just specialized ones. You could use a ps3 just fine, i'm sure, for web surfing, but that's like trying to word-process on your cell phone.
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Get back to me when my brain starts working.
"The PS2's hardware is nothing compared to what it was hyped up to be."
Nothing ever is. Pass it on. If the PS3 is as good as the PS2 was hyped to be, I'll be content.
Hopefully the PS3 will include an "Antialiasing Engine".
Someone set us up the bomb, so shine we are!
WE REQUIRE MORE VESPENE GAS
PS2 has the most games.
The Nintendo GameCube has all Game Boy, GBC, and GBA games. Super Game Boy for GameCube. Coming in May.
Now who has the bigger back catalog?
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"It seems to be a common misconception that the PS2 has multiple CPUs. It doesn't."
Huh? Are you sure you work on a Sony PS2?
I do development tools for the PS2 and I can definitely say it does have multiple CPUs.
Check the diagrams in the hardware manuals dude.
Theres the EE and the IOP which are seperate
independent CPU's. Nuff said.
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Regarding Nintendo, my beef with them is their resistance of letting go the "game cartridge" mindset.
Nintendo let go of game cartridges for the tv console as soon as discs had a fast enough access time. When the N64 was designed, most CD games were either cart-style games with CD music or just plain weren't fun *cough*Night Trap*cough*, anything faster than 2x CD-ROM was cost prohibitive, and Mr. Miyamoto did not like to sit at a loading screen. But as disc technology became faster, Nintendo adopted it. Look at Super Smash Bros. Melee: when it freezes to load, it's done within two seconds.
So how do you think Nintendo's going to get rid of cartridges for a handheld system? First of all, carts for handhelds are usually handled much more roughly than carts for tv consoles ever were. Discs in such a handling environment would scratched to death real easily. A switch to discs would also ruin backward compatibility with software for the previous Game Boy systems. Finally, spinning a disc constantly would ruin battery life. Just look at the difference in battery life between a flash-based MP3 player and a portable CD player.
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First off I don't know if I like the fact that the word "north" was put in there - IMHO I think the wording could have been better.
This is just another example of code-words that the Canadian Conspiracy is using to communicate. This particular reference informs me that the PS3 dev team has been infiltrated by our forces, and is preparing to corrupt the minds of your youth and turn them against you, rebelling with peace. All your kids are belong to us!
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Rumored specs taken from PS3 Resource Centre:
/Dev manager Carol Russman
This was posted by a guy named "Industry Insider" on the forums of Fatbabies (www.fatbabies.com). It's been pretty much unanimously panned by others on there as false due to the seemingly huge system specs (550Ghz processor seems more than a little unlikely), but hey...
"Just got a faxed memo over from PR at the LA office from SCEA, seems the CPU research and final process specs are bein handed to personel and division managers to leer at today, It's the below portion that must be the test results, but looks like they generalized it to the PR ppl, they have meetings with division managers to deal with licensing and everything, so I'd thought I drop some info on what was sent to me from my division managment people. Remember this was just a memo from SCEA handed to me from my license division realtions manager.
Sony Computer Entertainment America SCEA c.2002
IBM Tech/Research Labs
Sony Playstation 3 Mezzanine Rev 5/10/02 -
Division Licensing and Departments (Coded Mem)
Project Update Information Request:
Sony Playstation 3 Mezzanine (Latin for Steel/Metal) Processor Data: Microprocessor: IBM Grid 256-bit at 550 Gigahertz Primary Cache: 2-way set associative,32KB instruction/32KB data cache Secondary Cache: 8MB DDR,Full Speed SDRAM Main RAM: 1GB system SDRAM Texture Memory: 104Mb/VRAM Graphics SubSystem: Pipes: 16 Graphics pipelines, up to 8 channels per pipe Raster Managers: 4 Raster Managers per pipe - 864M pixels/sec fill rate - Pixel-accurate synchronization (Genlock) and swap sync - 8.3M pixel display and 8 display channels - Full Scene Anti Aliasing, 8 subsample/pixel, 6.1B samples/second - 48-bit RGBA Color - 256MB Texture Memory with texture lookup tables for interactive volume visualization - Hardware clipmapping and real time high resolution texture paging - Subsample round points IBM Grid 256-bit Processor - High clock rate accelerates every system function (550 Ghz) - Four-way superscalar architecture, dynamic out-of-order instruction issue, and speculative execution maximize utilization of processing - Large unblocking cache keeps essential data in fast memory Playstation 3(Grid/EE4/GS4) Graphics Architecture Each PS3 graphics subsystem,or pipe, is composed of a Geometry Engine, four Raster Managers, and a display generator. - Geometry Engine: Four high performance Geometry Engine processors perform lighting calculations and geometric transformations such as translations, rotation, and scaling. Geometry Engine processor also execute image-processing functions such as convolution and histogram equalization-a more effective approach then that of CPUs. - Raster Managers: Raster Managers scan-convert data from Geometry Engine processors into digital images. Raster managers perform pixel operations, including Z buffer testing, color and transparency blending, and texture mapping- and they do so with multisample anti-aliasing at real-time rates. - Display Generator: The Display Generator converts digital data from the Raster managers into analog or digital video signals for a maximum display of more then 8 million pixels per PS3 graphics pipeline or more then 130 million pixels per system. - 1.76TB per second Bus Bandwidth/ultra low latency memory (raw memory) I thought it was kinda odd they sent it here, but I figured it was a media move by the PR to tell me to keep my tongue in check with the other divisions, has to not leak any real definitive specs at the Expo next weekend. Sometimes being the president of Nfactor Studios is hard work, but I enjoy the company here so I'll let this snippet float in here till I get some more hard information for myself, hell next I'll get order claims for dev units soon for the PS3 Mezzanine. Well till then, have fun with the possibilties of this new info. I figured it would shed a focusable attension on this new technology."
"The Game Cube was released in 2001, it is no longer brand new."
The entire analogy was how in 1992, the SNES seemed slow and dead compared to the Sega Genesis (released in 1989). This very much applies to the GameCube 2002-end numbers as compared to the PS2 (released in January 2000 in Japan). Applicable? Very.
"The best thing that nintendo could do to reach any growth approaching that would be to focus on the connectivity with the GBA, which is by far the most popular device."
Someone wasn't paying attention to E^3, where Nintendo spoke about connectivity as a key part of their strategy. Zelda: Wind Waker will use GBA connectivity, as will FF: Crystal Chronicles. As do many current games (AX, Sonic Adventure 2, Metroid, etc). Nintendo feels that connectivity is easier for people to enjoy than online gaming (due to reach), more affordable to people (one time fees rather than constant fees), and more profitable (all connectivity games boost sales of GameCube and GBA titles).
Nintendo's very strong. They learned from their mistakes with N64, and they learned from GBA v1. They are the only company I know of which has perfected emulation as a feature (Pokemon Stadium series, AX, etc). Sega has done good work with their Smash Pack series/Phantasy Star collection, but Nintendo is the only game company to release an emulator than has a 2x speed up mode (Pokemon Stadium 2's GBC emulation layer).
I can't wait to see how Ruby and Saphire will connect to the announced Pokemon GameCube game.
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they could have done the same just as easily with the next step.
The saturn uses a 68000 (Megadrive cpu) as its sound chip.
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Where do you draw the line on what difines Computer and what defines Console with the wall beginning to crumble?
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The console is defined by the lack of a standard VGA output to connect it to a normal monitor. Period. I would never use a computer if I had to replace my Sony E100 with some jerky 50 Hz 320x240 (or whatever) (or even 512x768) television set.
Today I can hook up my Xbox and GameCube to an HDTV. Today I can get 480p (Shenmue 2x, Metroid Prime), 1080i (Dragon's Lair), and 720p (the hardest to do, but in THPS4 for Xbox).
Today I can do these things. Today I can play all my Xbox games in DTS surround, and almost all of my GameCube games in PL2 surround.
Today the PS2 boasts about 10 titles which have some kind of surround sound support, mainly being DTS or DD cutscenes with the odd game (Socom) which actually uses PL2 surround sound in game (it can't do DD or DTS in game). In terms of support for better than stereo sound and 512x384 NTSC, the PS2 is a joke.
Take a look at this website:
http://www.hdtvarcade.com/
It gives a list of HDTV and DD/DTS ready games for each system. The PS2 has the capability to display upto 480p and some games do support Dolby Digital (I'll have to check my version of Vice City since I have a PS2 hooked up via an optical cord to a Dolby Digital receiver).
The only complaint I have with the GameCube is that there is no optical cable output and the component cables are not available in Canada yet.
" and some games do support Dolby Digital"
you forgot "during cutscenes only" since the PS2 does not support real-time encoding of DD or DTS audio (nothing does, except the Xbox which has a special chipset exactly for that encoding). The PS2 can do in-game PL2 encoding, but few games use it. I think this might be what that site is saying when they say, "gameplay is 4.1 only" -- except PL2 is 5.0 (no specific LFE channel).
I wasn't aware that there were any PS2 games that supported 480p. I don't see any that support above that, and there aren't many games which do 480p. I think that's probably the best you'll see from the PS2 ever.
Maybe you don't know what ProLogic 2 encoding is. It's a matrix encoding where 2 analog channels can contain 5 channels of surround information. That's why the GameCube has no optical cable -- because it doesn't use DD/DTS. It uses PL2. The component cables are easily available within Canada -- just call your nearest Nintendo store. I know there's one in Winnipeg which has the compnonent cables for ~$42 something with tax.
Check into it sometime.
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"Jesus Christ people, I am not attacking the GameCube."
;))
..." you imply the GameCube is going to fail, and fairly soon at that.
(Note: I am not a "Jesus Christ people" -- I am very areligious.
When you say something like "The gamecube would have to sell much more than its entire userbase in one single year. The market is too saturated for that. The best thing that nintendo could do to reach any growth approaching that would be to
I simply gave you numbers to go with that statement. If you'd said what you said in this message there, we wouldn't be having this misunderstanding.
You say that the PS2 will have good games. I don't argue that (and didn't originally). I do argue that it's probably not worth having a PS2, since most of those good games for it will be out on other systems with better graphics and features. As I said originally, "For people who only own one console, the PS2 still has some stuff coming out for it that they'll like, but for most of the rest of us the only things interesting on it are titles like Wild Arms 3 and Suikoden 3, which won't be released elsewhere. Things like Medal of Honour: Frontline are out on GameCube and Xbox with extras like multiplayer modes and better graphics. A lot of the titles for the PS2 just aren't as compelling when you have multiple consoles. Onimusha, Metal Gear, etc, are all showing up elsewhere. Why own it on the PS2 when you can have it better on a different console?"
The PS2 has few exclusive games that make it worth it. So why buy it on PS2 if you have a GameCube/Xbox? You can go buy Splinter Cell on the PS2 when it comes out, or you could not get a crappy port by buying it on the Xbox. That is what I said: that there is no reason to buy those multi-platform games, because you can get it better elsewhere.
To summarize: Sony has practically no first-party and second-party titles that are famous and popular (unlike Nintendo, and Microsoft with Rare). If you are the weakest platform (PS2), and the best you can offer is third-party gaming which shows up elsewhere (with better graphics, sound, and features), you will eventually fail. Vice City does not an entire platform make (and I really question the logic of people who buy a console for one game).
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While you make an excellent point, I'd like to share my experience with Metal Gear. I've been a fan of the series since the first one, on the NES. I bought a PS2 in part so I could play Metal Gear Solid II, and I quite enjoyed it.
Then Metal Gear Solid: Substance came out for the Xbox, and I decided it was time to get an Xbox.
I've only put MGS:S in the Xbox once. I was that disappointed. First off the extras aren't compelling enough to make the difference, but secondly, the game runs slower and more jerkily on the Xbox than on hte PS2! And as far as I could tell, all the models, lighting, and graphics resources were ported from the PS2, so there wasn't any discernable graphic improvement.
However, I picked up Splinter Cell for the Xbox, and am very, very, very happy with my purchase.
-Chris
Oh where do I start...
.edu email address with your name in it from that college.
My lack of knowledge? You sound like my little brother guessing about something he has no idea what he is talking about.
My grandad retired from the Army working in missles which he had done since the korean war. He use to be stationed in North/South Dakota (Does that tell you anything?)
My friend/neighbor is in the reserves for the Marines. His Military Occupational Speciality is the TOE and Javalin missle system. He read your post and says "thanks for the good laugh". (He was laughing for a good 10 minutes)
Information Studies has nothing to do with Management. That is MIS (Managment Information Studies) which is normally under the college of business. Information Stuides is its own school (at least here at FSU, and has nothing to do with management what so ever.)
I'll just say this, Unless you going to MIT, CALTECH, Rice or some other prestigous university, there is no way in hell your coding assembly at a 100 level course (all the state universities that I know of have no such thing as a 100 level course you mean 1000?) I even doubt you could be taking Core Classes your 1st, 2nd or 3rd semester at college unless you earned college credits in highschool
Even if you are learning to program assembly, your learning to program assembly for the x86 processor or something else that is common. You going to put a x86 or PowerPC chip on a missle? No, so your going to have to relarn assembly for that specific processer.
Please if you do actually go to college what college? And let me see a
If you think the missle guidence system is easy to make I suggest you get in the Industry cause you'll make a ton of money for nations trying to develop it.
I think you lack the knowledge to realize exactlly how difficult it would be to make a guidance system. Your one of those people who know just enough to make themselves dangerous but not anything more. You must not know shit to even suggest that you can program the guidence system in Basic.
Get a life.
I was talking about our "Cruise" missle not the round about term cruise missle.
And I think you overestimate the reach of a 2nd-year CSer. They can barely program C, or Java much less even start to program assembly. Maybe all the CS people that I know from FSU, UF, UCF, and USF don't know shit. But even if it is within the reach of a 2nd-yr CSer we where talking about missles of today. Not WWII
The parent comment dosen't understand why it so hard for Iraq to further their missles range. I'm sure the Al-Hussien missles already have range well outside the V-1. I know the Al-Hussien's are suppose to have a range of 600+ Kilometers. I have no idea about the V-1.
The parent comment writer is one of those people that understand in Theory how to do something, But his problem is, he thinks he can do it in real life. Sure I understand how a Nuclear bomb works, but I'd be damned if I was give the supplies and told to make one.
Maybe I'm an idiot, but the biggest difference between a game console experience and a PC experience is that I don't need four PC's to play a game with three of my friends...I can just use my console which either has four plugs available, or I buy a component for less than fifty bucks to make it happen. Just saying...some of us have friends who DON'T want to spend half an hour to an hour getting everything set up so we can play a game.
I'd really enjoyed Splinter Cell, so I went looking into MGS2:S. When I noticed how choppy it was, I knew that the Xbox wasn't the place to buy it. Ditto for Genmu Onimusha. They changed the play mechanics so much that it's not the same game.
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I own the NES cart of Metal Gear, have Solid for PSX (but not VR missions... yet), and Sons of Liberty for the PS2. I totally agree that what Konami did with the port is a joke. That's probably why they've been aggresively dropping the price on it.
Tony Hawk Pro Skater 2x, though, that takes advantage of the Xbox
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You just don't play that many games - if your playig a game like Blaze and Blade and have the Sidewinder game pad you can play with up to 4 people on the same computer - as well as if your using emulators like snes9x you can play almost every sports games with multiple people (except basebal for obvious reasons).
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You're right. I don't play that many games, and I don't have a monitor that does better than my TV with games. Granted, my monitor has higher capability, but it's no 27" TV.
I would argue that I'm in the vast majority here, and the distinction can still be made for most people who play video games: computer games usually mean one person to a monitor, while console games equal multiple people to a TV.
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In order to allay fears about the continuity of the Linux project, Linus
Torvalds together with his manager Tove Monni have released "Linus
v2.0", affectionately known as "Kernel Hacker - The Next Generation".
Linux stock prices on Wall Street rose sharply after the announcement;
as one well-known analyst who wishes to remain anonymous says - "It
shows a long-term commitment, and while we expect a short-term decrease
in productivity, we feel that this solidifies the development in the
long run".
Other analysts downplay the importance of the event, and claim that just
about anybody could have done it. "I'm glad somebody finally told them
about the birds and the bees" one sceptic comments cryptically. But
even the skeptics agree that it is an interesting turn of events.
Others bring up other issues with the new version - "I'm especially
intrigued by the fact that the new version is female, and look forward
to seeing what the impact of that will be on future development. Will
"Red Hat Linux" change to "Pink Hat Linux", for example?"
-- Linus Torvalds announcing that he became father of a girl
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