Chapter 5

Taking a break, I walked into the front room.
I used a burner phone to call a certain Latin fox.
“Hello?” She said in her sultry voice.
“Hello yourself” I told her.
She laughed and said, “Oh my, it’s my handsome sexy stud. I was wondering if you would really call me.”

“Well, I wanted to follow up on what I told your husband last night. Just making sure that he does what he was supposed to do.” I told her.

“He’s already drawn up the papers. All signed and notarized, and he’s filing them as we speak.” She said. “But what I really want to know is when I can get some more of your lovely cock in my horny cunt.”

I chuckled, “I’m a little tied up today, but I can call you and maybe come see you later tonight.” “And believe me lady, you’re the first woman who has pulled my attention like this in a long while. I truly would like to see you again. I want to try and make up for last night. You know, the parts where I wasn’t so nice to you.”

“I’m game.” She said. “Call me later, or even just show up. I’ll be here in the house. Butt boy has moved his things into the pool house already.”

“It’s a date.” I told her. We chatted a moment more and hung up.

I called my guy and gave him the information on Malcolm Jackson. He said he knew the area and would likely have me something later this afternoon. I thanked him and we hung up.

I went back through the killing floor and into the store room. I rolled two previously made ‘inventions’ out to the main room. Built on a solid 4 X 4 base, with a 5’ long ‘pole’ sticking straight up. The first 10” was 1” in diameter and tapered to the full 6” diameter over the next 24”. Much like a sharpened pencil. The length of the wooden ‘pole’ was sanded smooth as a baby’s buttocks, and finished with six coats of polyurethane to give it a glass slick surface. I then carried in the eight large jars of cheap petroleum jelly into the room.

Pulling a tall ladder out, I strung two ropes from pulleys I had attached to the ceiling beams. On one end was attached a large sack filled with 250 pounds of play sand, and on the other was a carabiner.

I used the winches to raise SB1 and SB2 up until I could clip the carabiner end of a rope into their handcuff chains, then lowered the winches until I could free the winch cables. As they hung suspended, I put on my rubber gloves and began to grease the poles on my inventions.

They both began to struggle and beg for mercy, the strain on their arms and pain in their wrists causing them to sound strangled and muffled beyond understanding, but I ignored them because: 1) I really didn’t care if they struggled, it changed nothing. And... 2) I really didn’t care what they were trying unsuccessfully to say, because it changed nothing.

The ropes strained to lift the big sand bags, but they didn’t lift or allow the two rapist scumbags to sink any lower. I was pleased that my estimation of the right height had been nearly perfect. Each Shit-Bag’s asshole was almost exactly five and a half feet above the floor.

I moved Barbara to a better position and tied her across the table. Her asshole and twat at the perfect angle to receive my cock, and her head pointed toward SB1 and SB3 hanging helplessly. I tied her hair to another smaller rope and pulled it back, tying it in two places to the table legs so that she couldn’t turn her head or lower her face. She lay with her head forced backward and she was able to clearly see the two SB’s easily, yet couldn’t avert her eyes by turning away.

I faced SB2 toward his hanging co-rapists and used duct tape and a 2 X 6 to ‘fix’ his head so that he was prevented from ignoring the show as well.

I then stripped naked, put on my old boots, and walked to Barbara. With her head held back her mouth and throat were all in line for a straight shot from lips to stomach, so I took advantage of the situation. I slapped her face, “Open your cock sucker!” I commanded her. She complied, and I stuck my entire soft cock into her mouth with her nose in my thick, curly, man’s pubic hair. As I hardened, she struggled a bit. My length first pressing against her vocal cords, then pressing through and down her sore and abused esophagus.

I fucked her face and throat for several minutes, enjoying her gagging and the writhing convulsions of her helpless body. I forced my hands under her chest and pinched her swollen and bruised nipples, pulling and stretching them far beyond what would be normally considered ‘sex play’.

Finally I pulled my fully erect cock from her face and spoke to her in a hushed tone. “Now you will see how ruthlessly I deal with those who harm people I love.”

I stepped to the first pole and tilted it slightly. Then, with a little difficulty, I managed to maneuver it into the right spot and shoved the first 4” into SB1’s asshole. By the time I got the pole fully vertical, he had 8” of hard, unyielding, greasy, wood up his ass. He tried to buck and twist, but even kicking his legs didn’t help free him from the inevitable.

Then I stepped to the second pole. I took my time, tilting it and aiming a bit more accurately. I had a LOT more difficulty since he knew the plan, but I still managed to maneuver it into the right spot as well. He was hanging a little lower, so by the time I shoved 6” into his asshole and I got the pole fully vertical, he had the full 10” of inch thick, hard, greasy, wood up his ass ... and the first inch of taper as well.

The two looked kinda hilarious as they tried to swing and topple the poles, then attempted to use their feet to ‘climb’ off them. Finally, realizing their failures, they again began to beg for their lives. I just laughed at them and turned to SB2.

“Suck me good pervert!” I told him, as I fed my slightly flagging cock into his mouth. He began to suckle the head and first 4”.

When I was again hard as steel, I pulled out and slapped him. “You’re a great cocksucker Cindy.” I said mockingly. “Yeah. Cindy. Perfect name for a little bitch like you.” I laughed. “Cindy the sissy.” And walked to my work table.

I picked up my knife and walked to the hanging Shit-Bags. Without a word, I cut a 4” slit in each side of both bags. The sand began to dribble out like a macabre hour glass.

Stepping to the worn out skank, I shoved my hard invader into her without ceremony. I used short forceful jabs to gain depth as she screamed from the pain of her bruised and torn inner walls being pried and stretched open again. Searching inside her by wiggling my hips and poking around, I found her cervix again and forced myself into it. She screamed at my intrusion but it was cut off to a guttural croaking sound by her body tensing and the intense pain.

When I was finally as deep as possible, I leaned in and spoke to her. “I’m gonna fuck you now my cum bucket. You’re gonna wish you’d never heard of a cock by the time I finally stop. And I’m gonna cum in you until your belly looks pregnant from being filled with my hot fertile cum.” I laughed. “And your belly will soon swell because you WILL be pregnant ... with my baby. OUR baby.” She cried as I started to slowly thrust into her. “Don’t forget the show my slut puppy.” I told her. “Watch closely or you might miss it. There isn’t gonna be any re-runs on this program.”