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dlloyd writes "SGI has just publicly announced the Altix 3000 series of computers that can scale from 4 to hundreds of processors, with up to 64 processors per single system image. Processors each come in a C brick that has 4 CPUs. I/O is done though IX and PX bricks (12 PCI slots per brick, IX bricks have a base I/O controler and two ultra 160 disks inside), just like on the Origin 3900 series. Anything more than 8 CPUs (2 C bricks) is connected by R bricks, which route the NumaLink packets between nodes. The NumaLink network is good for an aggregate 6.4 gigabytes/sec to *each* node. That scales as you add more C and R bricks. Basically, you can think of this as SGI's origin 3000 series, except that it runs Linux and has Itanium2 processors. The performance and scalability is like nothing that has ever run Linux and is *far* ahead of the competition. For those of you who wonder why anyone would need a 64 processor Linux machine, many scientific and technical customers prefer running their code on large, single system image machines. Large single system image machines are also less labor intensive to maintain and admin, plus they work much better on code that needs to share memory and pass messages between threads (even myrinet and mpi is glacial compared to the SGI numalink network and running code multithreaded)."
Yea baby FP! :)
What is keeping SGI afloat? Service contracts on existing machines?
--Pat / zippy@cs.brandeis.edu
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. 8292
I still don't understand why SGI has foregone such a great OS as IRIX. Why go with Linux? Just trendy, or does it really offer advantages for scientific computing?
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. 18583
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. 27881
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. 6309
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. 21299
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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. 11382
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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. 11295
How many keys/sec?
nuff said. Makes a nice webserver one should think ;-)
Seriously - sounds like SGI is trying to stop people moving away from their system. Maybe they'll succeed in the higher end of the market with this.
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. 26179
Is that something you would like to share with the class, Altix?
Scientific computing has allways been SGI's niche. They unfortunately stumbled around the time that Belluzzo took the helm and wasted the entire internet bubble recovering from the mess that caused.
It's great to see that they're finally back and doing some really serious new stuff.
It's a shame though that they won't be running the AMD 64 bit chips, although, I'll be someone is looking into that.
Congrats SGI !
These machines support 512 GB of RAM in one chunk. A Linux cluster might outperform this thing, but you'll need to chunk your data up to fit into the individual nodes' memory. Sometimes this can be a pain in the neck to do, hence the market for something like this.
If tits were wings it'd be flying around.
Looks like the Machine Planet is coming sooner than we realized! We just have to watch out for the bloody Tlielaxians.
Signed,
Pahwindah Dirt
You can see SGI is getting desperate. They have dropped their MIPS systems and IRIX. They dont want to aim be the best around when they can just packahe other peoples stuff. Soon you will be able to see SGI PCs running a microso~1 OS and made with all standard parts. shame
Mouse powered Chips, Open source Processors and Lego
Don't believe me? Why don't you look at dlloyd's posting history. There is none!
They should have chosen freeBSD instead, because linux sucks arse and linux is inferior dog crap.
From davelloyd.com the story posters website
;)
Work: Field Technical Analyst, SGI
Now don't everyone go submitting their products at once.
"Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door." - Emily Dickinson
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of SGI Altix 3000's!!!!
I just got my copy of Linux Journal, what, a week ago, and you guys are just now reporting on this? You didn't even steal your "news" from the right source!
--sdem
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i always wanted a nice, cozy, warm, ALTIX brick house... i bet i wont even need a fireplace!
I rather like the concept of this...no more trying to pair up older processors when you run across a board someone is getting rid of a few years down the road. I recall getting a couple dual-PII workstations a year or so ago, and finding a pair of matching (and working) processors to put in them was hell...this way I could have just searched Ebay or my parts stash for a single old part.
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I don't do this for a living, but it seems that $/MIPS is the only benchmark even worth discussing, so shouldn't one be able to put together massive clusters of boxen to do the same thing, only without the SGI price tag?
Correct me, because I'm almost certian I'm wrong.
ceci n'est pas un sig.
Slashvertisement, indeed.
yawn.
you're dead on with your conclusion that this box is anything but new.
not.
Could someone shoot me some info in-regards to when Itaniums will be available in stores?
If I understand correctly.. the new AMD hammer (x86-64) will be marketed towards regular consumers. Is the same not being done with Itaniums?
The SGI processors shouldn't be viewed as general
purpose processor like the P4 or Athlon. For
specific floating point intensive problems, they
can be quite effective. What is annoying is that
they are usually 2 or more generations behind in
manufacturing process capability. So the lines
and heat dissipation in the 3GHz P4 are much more
advanced than the Altix 3000.
Also, SGI has an annoying tendency to use
proprietary ASIC's in the their memory which
make their entire system much more expensive
than it need be. Some of this is because
their design cycle is so long that when SGI
committed to a architecture, the performance
just wasn't there.
Given these constraints, it is hard to see
how SGI could market "cost-sensitive" systems.
Too bad the guys over at The Neo Project didn't have a few of these before they closed their key project...
...if only they were affordable and every site Slashdot linked to had one for a webserver.. ;)
Just curious, but did anybody notice an estimated price for various configurations either the 3300 or 3700? I couldn't find any price info on their site.
The futexes are also cursed!
...may be heard less and less as long as processor/system power increases. Our forecast models **MUST** have as much power and memory available as possible. More power = greater resolution in creating forecast models i.e. where it's going to rain. Glad to see SGI is still in the race!
One thing that I have always liked about SGI systems, is that not only do I get a high performance system, but I also get something that looks good design wise. Other companies, such as IBM give me the feeling that I am buying, in equivalent terms an F1 car with the body of a Lada. If I pay top of the line prices, I also like to have something nice to show off.
Jumpstart the tartan drive.
With all those bricks invovled, maybe they should call it the SGI Tetrix.
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Someone tell me why this would not be the "platform of choice" for something like Oracle. At $70,000, it would seem to compete very nicely with Sun. Am I wrong?
One of the reasons we continue to choose high-end SGI systems like the O3k series is because of the way IRIX can do engineering/scientifical computational graphics. No one can compete with IRIX when it comes to things like fluid dynamics calculations. Many other vendors have tried, but none come close to SGI's capabilities. I sincerely hope they have continued their unique software in their Linux distribution.
As Linux gets into high-end systems, it will drive the industry to compete. Allmost certainly, Sun and HP will have to release high-end systems with Linux rather than trying to keep it on low-end only. Otherwise, it will be SGI and IBM only
Now, If a major would start using Linux in an innovative way rather than simply trying to lower their costs. That would help drive real sales.
I prefer the "u" in honour as it seems to be missing these days.
Now that I've RTFM, let me correct my previous comment -- The Altix3000 runs a single Linux image over up to 64 processors and 512 GB RAM. After that, it's NUMA.
It can, however, do high-speed shared memory over all nodes in the cluster, allowing you to store HUGE shared data sets. Here's a link to the info on the memory.
SGI's Altix machines use Itanium 2 CPUs (up to 150 watts per CPU). They have **VERY** advanced cooling subsystems. This is not the MIPS/IRIX Origin series, this is the Itanium2/Linux series.
The three analysts who cover this stock have a hold rating, which in analyst-speak means sell.
Huh? I thought in anyalyst-speak that "hold" meant hold, and that "sell" meant sell. What does "buy" mean, hold? What does "sell" mean, buy?
I'm glad I read your post - all these years I've been misinterpreting these ratings
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SERENITY NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Does this thing even run Windows? It would be cool if it didn't.
...that Linux can't scale.
Hell even the bad boys over at Sun can't touch this thing with their UltraSparkies and Slowlaris.
Even though this system isn't designed for OLTP, I'd love to see a TPC-C benchmark done.
My guess is a 64 way would land around 450,000 tpmCs.
Keep it up SGI.
1. Post article to /.
2. ???
3. Save your job!
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that none of you assholes have any money for this stuff.
Doesn't Linux have trouble scaling, whats the big deal if the system has 100's of processors, if Linux can't scale to use them all. :-\
I liked SGI, especially when they were proud to be called Silicon Graphics.
SGI's decline is tragic.
This is a well-known practice. Here is what Forbes has to say about it:
--Pat / zippy@cs.brandeis.edu
ALl these years you actually have, he is correct. For a variety of reasons, most centering around their own personal and corporate gain in the long term, analysts almost always overrate companies. Here's the usual rundown:
1) When you see a Strong Buy rating, that means they are directly benefitting from this company's performance, and would like you to make them richer please. Sometimes it actually means the company will do well, or some mix of the two, but it's hard to tell.
2) When you see a regular Buy rating, that means the company is pretty neutral with a possibly good outlook maybe. Translate this as a hold leaning towards a buy.
3) When you see a Hold rating, that means dump this stock like the plague.
4) When you see a Sell rating, if you're still holding the stock you're already screwed and it doesn't matter when you do at this point.
11*43+456^2
The NewsForge link does mention the price for the 64-processor SGI Altix 3000. And the answer to your question is, if you need to ask you cannot afford it.
Imagine a Beowolf Cluster of THESE!!!
The SGI Altix 3300 server is useful as a stand-alone server, a development platform for larger SGI® AltixTM 3700 superclusters, or a node in a cluster using an industry-standard switch.
From the Register
And you've got a website that is resistant to the ./ effect.
even myrinet and mpi is glacial compared to the SGI numalink network and running code multithreaded
Don't mix shitty parallel computation libraries and actual performance. Multithreaded applications without MPI are, of course, faster than anything with MPI, however it says absolutely nothing about:
Contrary to the popular belief, there indeed is no God.
Of course, if the investing public at large learns this, then the analysts will have to readjust their ratings, introducing a new one - "Extra Strong Buy" that simply means buy, while "Strong Buy" will mean hold, "Buy" will mean sell, and so on.
And once the public catches on to that, . . .
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SERENITY NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
if its not so I can have an OS that runs anywhere. If SGI is so sure of their design, then why not try mass producing it enough so I can afford one.
Not foregone, by any means. Irix is still offered to customers. It's only logical, since Irix is the _only_ Unix variant that can run on a 1024 CPU single-image system. Yes, i am aware of the IBM and HP systems with a similar number of CPUs, but those are not single-image, those are partitioned into many separated smaller systems each one running it's own kernel.
Irix can run a single kernel on 1024 CPUs simultaneously. It's the only one, until now. Linux can do only 64.
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Des
BSD can do... what?
On how many CPUs can BSD scale? Irix can scale up to 1024. It's the only Unix that goes that far up. Where's BSD now?
64 I2s is nice and all, but I really want to get my hands on 100 or so AMD ClawHammers. Now that would kick some serious tail. I bet Quake 3 area would run nicely. :-)
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You can use the 64-processor version for not only the simulation of, but also for the real-life purpose of melting iron. A double Itanium2 HP ZX6000 is heating up my office like no computer before. When I turned the ZX6000 on, my daughters' self-made art (taped on the wall) started flapping in the warm air. To me it looks like Itanium2 is server room hardware, at least until we get the 130 nm version.
-- Imperial units must die --
The old Russian military secretly experimented with multi-processor machines like this in the late 1980's. This is actually the origin of much of today's "cluster" technology - although the Russians' secret tech was much more advanced stuff. They reportedly were scared off when the machine seemed to develop a kind of "intelligence" of its own. The machine was dismantled and all back-ups destroyed after the following message mysteriously appeared on the system console: "In Soviet Russia, beowulf cluster imagines YOU!"
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Well... our experience with the O2K was a bit different (haven't touched an O3K though so I dunno much about it). With the Origins 2K and NUMA, if you ran large simulations, the distant memory would flat kill your performance so you had to make sure your working sets fit on a single node. Also, even though each processor board in the O2K had 2 CPUs, if you actually ran an even somewhat memory intensive process on each CPU, your app slogged because the memory bandwidth only supported about 1.4X the bandwidth of a single CPU. Another bad habit was that if someone snuck onto the machine when you were running your 64 process job and they fired up something like emacs, it would cause this nasty shifting around of memory that got you into the NUMA state mentioned above. Later, SGI came out with some tools that would minimize this effect though, which helped a lot.
So... in order to support the kind of stuff we did and run it on 64 nodes, we would have had to buy a 128 processor system because we would only run one process per node and all the nodes were two processors.
So, we also looked at the Sun10K. While the cpu to cpu comparison of raw crunch was lower, the memory bandwidth was uniform so the programs behaved predictably and were almost as fast in any case. It also had the benefit of running 1 process (as far as performance per process) wasn't noticably different from running 64 processes (on a 64 processor machine). At the time, the Sun10K met our needs much better.
Now, of course, all those have been shoved out the door and replaced by something even faster.
Initially, it will be available with up to 16 processors, with later support for up to 128 in a single box. Larger single-image systems can be constructed with Quadrics switches. For operating system, it will run Tru64, Linux, or OpenVMS.
EV7 was built for bandwidth - how's this: 8 Rambus channels for 12.8GB/s peak mem bandwidth(6GB/s read or write bandwidth), and 3.2GB/s PCI I/O bandwidth. In addition to this, each chip has 4 interprocessor ports to support glueless multi-processing. Each link supports 6.4GB/s total or 3.2GB/s in a single direction. The chips are connected through these ports in a 2D torus configuration.
With current RIMMs, each EV7 can support up to 4GB of memory, though later this should increase to 16GB. This system is Rambus done right.
This system forms the basis for the 5 Teraflop ASCI Q supercomputer. Let's see an Itanium system match that. Check out HP's press release in a few days.
Ah... forgot about the graphics part... the other was about simple crunching. Yes, SGI has always had top of the line visualization capability. Nothing like playing Doom/Quake in a Cave.
Oops, I misspoke. ASCI Q is 30 Teraflops, not 5.
You guys are all missing the main point!
SGI is the first billion-dollar systems vendor to move their totally high-end million dollar hardware to run Linux, and not just to run Linux poorly, but instead their mega-boxes *require* Linux to performe excellently (unlike, say IBM "Linux/390" mainframes where Linux is not really the native OS supporting all the hardware features and is mostly a curiousity or very expensive Apache server.)
The other vendors, Sun, HP, DEC, IBM have not been nearly as aggressive and are depending on their own UNIXes to remain on their high-end boxes.
SGI is depending on Linux and has tweaked it enough to run huge, 64-way complex NUMA systems. This is a major infrastructure bet on Linux, and (assuming this is a shipping, working product) a huge mark of progress for Linux that it can, today, support this sort of high-end scalable hardware.
We all knew it *could*, in theory, but SGI has invested in making sure that *it does*!
This marks a major shift of SGI to an Intel/Linux pure play. It's not just a bunch of low-end Linux server boxes (which they've done before, and Sun/HP/IBM also do), or boxes that you can run either Linux or some proprietary UNIX. It's a full-scale massive 64-way NUMA SMP server that is optimized to run Linux.
Hats off to SGI, I say.
(I wish they had better business prospects but its hard to do that with a niche sort of product like high-end SMP/NUMA technical computing. We'll see if they can push it into a broader customer base with sufficient application support.)
I wonder how Oracle would do on this sort of puppy?
--LP
hat's off
There are places where the networks are not touching,and there are places where they are-Boeing's Lori Gunter
2 things come to mind:
1 - Are the PX, IX, and R bricks compatible with Lego bricks? (Anyone else thinking of 8-CPU NUMA Mindstorms?)
2 - Did they call them bricks so their marketing guys can say it's `built like a brick shithouse'?
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> The performance and scalability is like nothing
....
> that has ever run Linux and is *far* ahead of the > competition.
Pft. I bet IBM Regatta running PPC64 chips still
kicks this thing's ass. Benchmarks
I also work at SGI and although the company is indeed having money problems, it's still a great place to work and most people are dedicated. Also note that the company is 34/100 in the top 100 places to work for. This data comes from the workers, not some random pick. So you can tell that people at SGI like what they're doing. They like their jobs and their company.
.com's are still around? Even blue chips are having problems. In that context, I think SGI is doing pretty well and is still releasing new products! They are still investing in R&D big time.
I'm proud to be working at SGI considering that I came from a very small town with limited IT jobs.
Sure the company is not the best money-wise, but then again, look around you: how many
-- Leeeter than leet
Why is it that everytime something new comes out, everyone has something bad to say about it?
This new server, just like other servers, is a magnificient piece of high technology and will greatly help companies, government and universities.
My hat to SGI, they released an awesome piece of technology and the engineers deserve a high-5 on their hard work.
If it's so bad, then why don't you build your own super computer and then post your anouncement on Slashdot. I'll be waiting in the mean time.
-- Leeeter than leet
If you look at their developer platform for this machine, you see Fortran, C++, and C listed. No Java.
Just a thought for all the Java folk who got so defensive about my comparisons of their language to others. Java is a useful, powerful tool -- but if you want to develop for top-flight parallel hardware, you don't use Java.
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I imagine these beasties must be pretty awesome heating units. Well, at least you are giving a good hard fscking to the Third Law of Thermodynamics. For an electric heater, you get one hell of a lot of free processor cycles :-)
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And since everyone's plugging their favorite SGI competitor's machine, don't forget NEC.
To think that the people that brought you the Cray Supercomputer have been tinkering with the Linux kernel just makes me shudder with delight. Truly things are really getting better all the time! And these are not just minor modifications to the kernel either, making it run on SGI quality systems with scalability over hundreds of processors is incredulous! This is probably the most exciting Slashdot story I've seen in a long time.
Clickety Click
SGI is a great technology company and like other technology companies they don't know how to market their way out of a paper bag. I really hope they can get the word out and sell enough of these systems and keep the doors open.
Just a general question, how much does one of these cost? today. Can anyone give me a website of a reseller that tells you how much for the machine?
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The Wall Street Journal today said that SGI
was running a proprietary version of Linux.
Does anyone know what that means?
They release new IRIX/MIPS stuff and it's canned as being proprietary/too-slow/too-expensive/beaten-by-my-P4 /beaten-by-a-beowulf/etc.
I'd have thought that all you Linux-boys would be wetting your pants at this latest announcement (which everyone familiar with SGI knew was comming months ago). Instead it looks like most people haven't even read the article yet are eager to shit on this new HPC platform.
The best comparision I can come up with is Average Slashdotter == Import Rice Boy.
Both love their shitty cobbled together kit and lack any understanding of the complexities of such systems. Both will horribly hack up and mod everything they can to the detriment of real performance. And both love to trash high-end stuff they don't understand and which they'll never lay a filthy a finger on.
I Guess that's why I stick to comp.arch & comp.sys.sgi.* for (mostly) intelligent/robust/informative posts.
because it will never be able to scale... all you haters, think your latest ebay purchase that you installed flavorx of linux onto is the hotest damn thing and that no one can beat you because you only paid $199 for the POS system that only streams your mp3 and pr0n files.. give me a break. SGI is focusing on advanced computing, while you have nothing to add other than negativity and a jumping off point for black hats. sheesh...
The Register also has a blurb on this. I like the dig at Sun at the end, meow indeed.
I wouldn't worry too much about that...
Since at this point in time the "public" is more worried about abysmal state of the economy and the last thing they want to do is risk their remaining savings on a fragile market.
The second to last thing the "public" would want to do is listen to or other take advice from a bunch of smart ass little pukes who think jumping from one failed dot.bomb to the next qualifies them as having experience with the "market."
One other thing I'd like to see are some Java benchmarks on a machine like that. I'd like to see a WebLogic or JBoss appserver running on a 64-way box like that. I bet it hauls. JRockit (bought by BEA) has a really kick-ass JVM for IA32 machines, but I wonder if it would get confused in a NUMA setup. The Sun JVM is actually really nice on Linux - I wonder how well it would run on this thing.
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