Juanita's Video  Part 1 in a series 
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
A rapist/murderer meets a gruesome end at her hands


The video started.

A man lay on a hard floor in an otherwise empty room. He was completely naked,
unless you counted the ropes binding his hands behind his back and his ankles
together, and the gag in his mouth. His body was pale, thin, and decidedly
unathletic-looking. His dark, greasy hair was a mess and he looked like he
hadn't shaved in a few days. But the most distinctive thing about him was the
look in his eyes. It was the look of a man without hope. A man with nothing
left but fear.

The sound of footsteps was heard, faint at first, then growing louder. As it
grow closer, the sound became recognizable as that of a woman's high heels.
With each advancing strike of high heel on hardwood floor, the naked man
seemed to tremble.

The heels paused just outside the camera's field of view. A woman's voice
began speaking, elegant and refined, confident but feminine.

"This man here was convicted of raping and murdering a waitress at an
all-night diner," she said, her voice betraying no hint of emotion. "He was
sentenced to life in prison, but released after serving just four years
because of 'prison overcrowding'. Justice has not been done."

At the mention of his crimes, the man began shaking like a leaf. Muffled
noises came from under his gag. It seemed like he was trying to beg.

Taking no notice of his movements and noises, the woman's voice continued.
"Today, justice WILL be done."

The camera focused on the naked man for several seconds. The room was silent
except for his muffled gasps of fear.

An arm appeared on the screen. The upper part of the arm was covered by a
skintight black leather three-quarter length sleeve, ending just below the
elbow. The tightness of the garment showed that whoever owned this arm had
large, powerful biceps, straining to break free of the black leather. The hand
was covered by a black wrist-length leather glove.

But it was the part of the arm between the two pieces of leather wear - the
bare, exposed forearm - that drew the viewer's attention. It was a thick,
massive, and incredibly powerful-looking forearm with unbelievable muscular
development. The skin was deeply, evenly, and perfectly tanned a golden brown,
and veins were clearly visible. The slightest movement of the arm caused the
muscles to ripple like the waves of a mysterious and beautiful sea. The
forearm was so big and well-developed that it seemed impossible that it could
belong to the woman with the elegant voice - or any woman. Was she just the
narrator? Did she have a man doing the dirty work for her?

That question remained unanswered as the gloved hand made contact with the
bound man's naked body. It slowly traveled downward along his chest and
stomach, the deeply tanned arm starkly contrasting with the man's pale torso.

The black leather-gloved hand reached the man's penis and began tickling it,
teasing it. Despite his terror, he responded to its touch and his cock started
to grow hard. A few more seconds of teasing and gentle touching and he had a
raging erection.

"Showtime," said the refined female voice. It was still unclear whether it was
her arm or if she was giving an order to a male companion. But whatever it
was, the gloved hand wrapped itself around the helpless man's rock-hard boner,
clenching itself into a large, frightening-looking fist. The naked man began
moaning in pleasure.

The gloved fist tightened its grip. The muscles on the huge, tanned forearm
became even more well-defined. The man's moans of pleasure turned to moans of
pain, then shrieks and howls. Though muffled by the gag, his cries were still
quite loud on the video, indicating that he must be in mortal agony.

And then, suddenly, there was a horrible squishing sound, as if a small
implosion had taken place in the room. The naked man let out a soulless,
unearthly howl, then passed out, his eyes closing.

Something red began seeping out from between the gloved fingers. The fist
slowly unclenched itself, revealing a gruesome and horrifying sight. The man's
penis was gone. All that was left were several small lumps of red flesh. Blood
began pouring out of the gaping hole where the cock had been.

"He'll bleed to death in about 45 seconds. Maybe a minute," said the woman's
voice, still not showing the slightest trace of emotion. By now the blood had
formed a large pool, growing by the second. The camera remained silently
trained on the gory scene for the short time that it took the helpless victim
to bleed out and expire.

The massive, golden-tanned forearm had remained on screen the whole time. When
the bound man had gone to meet his maker, it began moving towards the center
of the camera's field of view, revealing the uppermost part of the arm, the
shoulder, and finally the torso. The huge arm was now shown to be attached to
a chest with a beautiful pair of round, firm 36C breasts, straining to break
free of the tight, low-cut black leather top that was struggling to contain
them. Across the Internet, a thousand male mouths dropped open in shock that a
woman could develop a forearm that thick and muscular.

The woman's voice spoke for the final time. "This was not the first. Nor will
it be the last. For all the murderers, rapists, and child molesters out there,
you are on notice. The next one could be YOU. Remember this the next time you
hear a strange noise in your house at night. The next time you hear footsteps
approach in a dark parking garage. The next time a shadow appears while you're
taking a shortcut home from the subway station. Because it could be ME. You
are not safe ANYWHERE."

And with those words echoing through the room, the video ended.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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