An Abuser's Vicious Punishment
By marcuswriter3@gmail.com
A killer and mutilator of females, young and old, is caught, punished and has his treatment video recorded by two young, beautiful cruel ladies.


This tale seems to be pure evil and gratuitously vicious, however, there is a
moral and a twist at the end.

As the filming starts and zooms in on the stationary body laying supine on the
grey concrete-like flooring. He is clothed and the face is covered with a dark
Hessian type bag.

It was later found that all distinguishing body marks had been scraped and/or
sliced off. At this stage he appears mostly unharmed and makes no sound.
Evidence later provided, suggests it is Lt., Colonel Hal J. Paynter.

The filming then switches to the two women:

One dark haired, average height, athletic strong build.

One blonde haired, tall, bigger, stronger looking build. Age of both is
uncertain, though they each seemed below the age of thirty.

They are dressed, initially, in strangely fashioned black knickers and black
bras, (might be animal skin), that are tied at the sides with yellow laces all
the way from top to bottom. They also appear in leopard-print leotards, and
then later are both seen wearing white leotards

They state they are exercising justice against the nation's killers and
abusers. They level their accusations at the Lt., Colonel.

The dark haired woman, the most violent of the two, hereafter known as Black,
and the light haired bigger woman, hereafter known as White, approached the
man, hereafter known as Vic, (Vic=victim), who was on the floor, and though he
was un-moving his eyes were all the expression that was needed to establish
the fact that he was petrified. The women had both worn the same type of
outfit, a leopard-print leotard high up at the sides, each of them had a
leather black garter around a thigh and nothing else, they looked delectable
and the graceful and beautiful exhibition seen was one that totally belied the
performance they were to give.

As both stood over Vic, Black was over his head facing his feet and White was
over his genitals facing his head, they casually chatted and laughed with each
other, and before any further ado and as a matter of fact, Black reached into
the v-shaped neckline of her leotard and from it produced two medium sized
cigars that each woman was seemingly keen to smoke, the silver lighter, which
was produced via courtesy of White, whose leather garter around the thigh of
her left leg held the implement tightly, preceded the lighting ceremony which
was rapid and without too much lingering. They inhaled deeply, not concerned
with the correct etiquette of cigar smoking, tilted their heads back and blew
plumes of blue grey smoke into the air in an extremely sexy manner, they then
flicked the accumulated ash downwards onto Vic, and they casually laughed as
they watched the hot ashes land on different parts of his exposed body, which
amounted to just some gnarled looking hands and mangled feet. After around
twenty minutes of chatting and smoking both women sat down with a wallop,
White landed with her knees upwards onto Vic's genitalia and if Vic could have
screamed he certainly would have, however, two things were stopping him, for
one, he was succumbed by paralysis, in fact he was quite paralysed indeed, by
a dangerous cocktail of drugs that had been administered earlier, and he could
make no sound hard as he may try, and the second reason was that Black had
just sat down very hard on his face, covered with the bag, and a sound similar
to a crunching nose with a loud snap and cracking noise was clearly heard
which, no doubt would have seriously hindered his vocal accomplishment, this
made the two women laugh loudly at their adventure and stayed in the positions
they found themselves comfortably in. Both women periodically bounced hard on
their seat and thoroughly enjoyed themselves as they performed their cruel
manoeuvre. Black alighted and turned round, she then lowered herself, with
style, and therefore was now sitting high on Vic's chest and most of his
throat, she regularly burned him with her smouldering cigar in several places
which, after she raised the heavy bag off of part of his face, included his
left eye, which brought much laughter from the pair as he hadn't the muscle
awareness to close it, copious amounts of ash went all over him, especially
into his mouth and into his nostrils and then unable to resist, Black pushed
it further, and very forcibly, into his open mouth and almost down his gullet.
Black kept in her high seated position and looked down at the trapped man
under her, she spat on his face with nasty repetition, laughing loudly with
each spittle landing, and then let the coarsely textured bag fall back down
onto his face. White, meanwhile, was bouncing on Vic's genitals and giggling
like a girl as she did so, making each bounce seemingly harder than the one
before.

Both women then arose and spoke in whispers to each other until White said,
"Ok, so we turn him over now?" White looked to Black for the answer, "Yes,
grab his feet and twist them and I'll turn his shoulders." The women carried
this plan out and Vic was now lying prone, with his smashed face causing
considerable pain, inside the bag over his head, directly onto the floor.
Black sat on his shoulders facing his head and White sat on the small of his
back facing his feet. Black cupped her hands under the bag and located his
chin and with deliberate intent pulled it back, very hard indeed, her knees
were upward which helped with the force she wanted to use, White leaned
forward to Vic's feet and grabbed his legs, bending them in half and having
his shins tucked under her armpits, she linked her hands together to make an
unbreakable chain, she then sat herself down more comfortably on Vic's
weakening back, she also had her knees up to concentrate the force. Black
commented, "In Wrestling parlance, I've got him in a 'Camel Clutch' and you've
got him in a 'Boston Crab', now let's put the pain in! Ha-ha!" Black loved her
torturing, she pulled the head of the unfortunate prisoner very hard and
gradually it rose further and further skywards and must have been incredible
agony to endure, White, at the same time, pulled both his legs back, (White's
back actually meeting up with Black's back as they were both pulling the
unfortunate man's limbs into each other), with the super strength she seemed
to possess, and between the two of them they were breaking him in half. There
was much laughter at this stage and they kept him like this for around ten
minutes which must have appeared a lifetime to Vic. When they both grew weary
of this particular hold they unceremoniously let go of his head and legs
simultaneously, and there were then three tremendous smashes as his face hit
the ground at high velocity and his legs crashed down too.

Black resumed her wrestling position on top of Vic's shoulder's and again
cupped her hands under the bag that covered his head, the blood was soaking
through it and Black wiped her face with it in a 'blooded' way that hunters do
with their kills, she smiled and then hoisted Vic's head once more in that
merciless fashion as she pulled it so he could have looked at the ceiling, had
there not been a bag impeding his view, she released the hold a little and
held him stock still and said to White, "Ok gorgeous, time to try out, ha-ha,
kick him as hard as you like!" White raced round to the front and raised her
muscular right leg, she aimed it at Vic's face and then let her leg unleash
her incredible power straight onto the target, there was a cracking sound and
a whoosh of blood splashing freely as the foot smashed into the bag and ergo
Vic's face. They both laughed and Black picked up the head she had let go of,
as the strength of White's kick had made her drop Vic's head. Four more kicks
levelled at Vic's face and each one finding their target, and again making
similar gut wrenching noises to the first kick were heard after the kicks
landed again and again. Black laughed and then finally let go of Vic's broken
head and the bag, which was now totally blood soaked, flopped to the ground
whilst both females laughed outrageously.

Both women now sat on his back facing the camera, knees up and legs wide open,
they both sat on his badly injured back and each smoked yet another cigar.
Black then whispered more instructions to White which resulted in much
merriment and laughter, from both as White stated, "Good, I'm about ready for
one now, ha-ha!" As before, they both twisted the broken man over, this time
he was back to his original situation of facing towards the sky, Black sat on
the bag, which hid the face she was now comfortable upon, and faced his feet
and White sat down on his throat facing Black, they held hands and put their
heads cheek to cheek as Black gave the go-ahead and said, "Whenever you're
ready, darling!" There was a silence for several seconds and then cheers and
whoops of joy as both women, their timing perfectly aligned, peed plentifully
on the bag covering Vic, therefore, the face of their prisoner was being
soaked in foul women's piss, they urinated through their leotard gussets and
were giggling at their 'naughty' behaviour. The yellow liquid could be seen
soaking into the bag and some dribbling onto the floor, forming a little
puddle in a place or two as it amassed. There was some farting too,
ridiculously long and very loud farts that brought huge laughter from the
terrible twins wreaking absolute humiliation on their prey. They remained
perched on the degraded man for around twenty minutes and then they arose,
Black first and then White, there was a small discussion and a whisper, the
atmosphere turned a little darker and much more menacing.

The two women disappeared from the picture, walking off to the sides of the
room and then returning within a minute each carrying a long knife that looked
razor sharp. Black sat on Vic's throat once more and White sat directly behind
her on Vic's stomach and partly his chest. Black slowly removed the bag and a
heavily bloodied face could be discerned from the awful mess. Black began
punching Vic in the left eye, which was the one that she had burned earlier
with the cigar, and she pummelled the eye and the eye socket and yet she was
continuing a casual conversation with White about nothing at all in
particular; she really was a cold and calculated torturer. She then moved and
sat over the bloody mushy face that was a most repulsive sight and she farted
on it, she laughed and that action always made her fart a lot more, White
thought this was hilarious and lowered herself to get a better look commenting
cruelly on the smells that Vic must be loving. White moved round to the front
and laid herself alongside the battered head of Vic and lifted one leg high up
in the air, Black moved Vic's head on to White's leg that was grounded and
White then dropped her lifted leg with power onto the neck of Vic, she cradled
him with her thighs in what was a cruel and vicious scissor hold and the
laughter that was emitting from the women was enough to make it known that
they were enjoying themselves tremendously. This was to last a while, over
twenty minutes.

In those twenty minutes, Black had moved herself to his face, neatly and
strongly held by the gorgeous thighs of White, and held her knife in a
menacing manner. It can't be seen what was happening exactly, but when Black
moved away and White released the prisoner from the tight confines of her
legs, Vic had no ears and blood was cascading down the sides of his head as
the two females rocked with laughter. Black stood over Vic's chest and looked
down and could be heard screaming with laughter at him, she showed him one of
his ears and then he was forced to watch her insert it into her by way of
moving a leg hole of the leotard and pushing the bloodied ear into her and
simulating sex with it. Again, much merriment could be heard and then White
took Black's place and showed Vic his ear that she had possession of before
she forced it into her arse crack and squeezed her cheeks together. Black then
dived onto Vic and said to White, "Ok, now it's dentist time, ha-ha-ha! Would
you fetch the bag dear?" How Vic hadn't passed out up to now is a testament to
his strength and courage but that was about to evaporate now as Black, having
received the terrifying medical bag containing such dreadful tools for dental
work, and then armed with them, she proceeded to remove many of his teeth,
cracking his lower jaw in her careless attitude, and then a little later
splitting his tongue in half into a snake like fashion. Vic had fainted after
four teeth were smashed and removed; Black then carried on and withdrew the
next ten and then White allowed her to rest as she replaced Black and
extracted the remaining ones.

They were now covered in much blood and needed to change their attire and so,
once again, they could be seen to leave the 'stage' and within a few minutes
reappear both looking stunning in white leotards. When Vic came round, with
the aid of some administered stimulants, Black showed him an instant colour
photograph they had taken of him with his ears and teeth now missing and his
tongue looking like a snakes, much blood was congealed around those areas, she
laughed so heartily but poor Vic was unable to make a sound, she now informed
him that she would be giving him a very powerful local anaesthetic which would
make him impervious to the impending pain, for a while, and also keep him
awake to witness what was being performed on him. The injection was given and
ten minutes later White came into view equipped with a small version of an
electric tree-saw along with the most vicious looking serrated saw and blade
imaginable, she passed the cruel instrument of torture to Black. White then
sat on the crushed up bloody face of Vic facing his feet, with her knees
skywards the weight and pressure must have been tremendous for Vic to bear
however, she was making herself comfortable so she could see Black operate on
the limbs of the prisoner. After much sweating, blood swamping everywhere that
could be seen, bones cracking, tendons sliced, muscles torn to shreds, Black
had amputated Vic's legs at about ten inches above the knees and his arms
about three or four inches from the shoulders, they looked at each other and
wiping sweat and blood from themselves, smiled at the work achieved. Boiling
hot tar that was contained in a nearby wooden keg was applied to the damaged
areas from the blade's evil work and it stemmed the flow of Vic's life source.
White removed herself from Vic's smashed face and went behind him to lift his
head upwards to facilitate his viewing, when he could see what was left off of
him, his one remaining eye could only look, it was totally unable to express
how he felt physically and mentally, White looked into that eye and smiled,
then spat into it. Vic, quite naturally, could take no more and passed out for
the second time.

When he awoke, several minutes later, again helped by the stimulants that
Black gave him, the two women were by his side with lethal looking elongated
scalpels but poor Vic was beyond any feeling now and could only imagine what
horrors they were about to undertake. They began by slicing what clothing
there was left on Vic off with their incredibly sharpened scalpels, they then
began cutting at his neck, the women started to skillfully and delicately cut
into his skin with the precision of master surgeons, they worked on a half of
the body each as Vic lay motionless and helpless, his body accepting the local
anaesthetic a second time to permit his alluded to conscious state whilst
being operated on. It took a long time, and the work got a little dishevelled
towards the conclusion of the skinning, but, eventually they finished. The
piece was whole although it was split in places and ragged in many areas too,
they both held it up for Vic to observe and they wrapped it round themselves
as in a fashion show as they laughed uproariously, that's when White mockingly
announced Vic had fainted again. The skinned man looked hideous as he remained
in that supine position, after much turning of him during the skinning, blood
red muscles, many blackened from bruising, sliced tendons, severed sinews, and
all manner of grotesque sights for any spectator to vomit over. They each took
turns in posing with the separated limbs, sitting on them, simulating sex with
them, putting them on their tits and crotches, the fingers of the bloodied
hands went into their cunts and their arseholes, they put the legs in the
leotard leg holes, they 'mock ate' the blood splattered limbs and they also
placed the limbs on Vic as they sat on him. With mere minutes to go before the
film ends, Black is seen to handle a huge frightening looking machete and
walks over to Vic, White was now excited and intrigued and she dropped down to
Vic's face and laughed loudly as Black swung the weapon and let it descend
heavily with the most sickening of crunches and thuds as it tore through the
throat of Vic and decapitated him in the single strike.

The women laughed at the severed head, now on view bereft of the hessian
covering, and then took turns photographing each other as they placed a
dominating foot on the head and posed comically with stern faces and then
pulling totally disrespectful ones, they sat on top of the head with their
knees up and then with their knees down, and then they took turns sitting on
the face, again with their knees up and then with their knees on the floor,
they spat at the grotesquely maimed and disfigured face competing with each
other as to who would get their saliva globules in the eye socket, they both
sat and farted loudly on it, they played 'soccer' with it, and they put many
cigar butts into the mouth and then they threw it to each other as in a game
of 'catch', though they dropped it many times too. They grew weary and struck
up a cigar, their last one it seemed and so took turns smoking it, they looked
towards the camera, they pointed and then almost collapsed with their
laughing, then, as if calling it a day, they just strode off the set, holding
each others gore covered hands as they left and thereby leaving the bloodied
and disgusting severed body parts of a national hero strewn across the river
of red that swamps the concrete floor.

At a much later date the body parts, photographs and film are found in the
south-western home of the murdered Colonel packed within many cardboard boxes.

Dr Andrew S Thurstly would preside over the official autopsy, bringing an
ensuing hue and cry from the media,he finally brought a close to this
atrocious revenge blood-game.

He himself would know, of course, as a Government agent and friend of the two
ladies, that the reason the body was motionless owed its stiffness to the fact
that a beauty called Kisa, a one time abused victim, had killed Hal hours
before in the lounge on the floor of her house, (breaking his neck, cleanly
with no torture, with her powerful thighs). The head was never seen close up
until after it had been smashed into a totally unrecognisable condition, hence
the cigar eye burning taking place within the shelter of the bag half covering
the face. The blood flowing freely and copiously was generated by fake bags of
the gore secreted in his body all ready to be cut and issue forth their red
liquid. The fainting that Vic performed was merely the females laughing and
stating that he had passed out rather than him actually partaking of that act,
after all, he was really experiencing the longest faint he will ever execute,
pardon the pun.

Although the vicious and cruel actions had been performed on a genuine Human
body, it was, in fact, a cadaver, and had been deceased for many hours prior
to the filming. The video was actually made as a Government scare effect and
future deterrent to the relevant associates and organisations of all those
that threaten the female form, young or old, that Lady Ara, (Miss Black in the
video), was sworn and determined, at that time, to defend.