Chapter 2

Scott S. (no last names. gotta protect myself here) is a 35-year-old slimy fucker. He likes young girls, from 9 to 14, and doesn’t care if he seduces them or just forces them. He dabbles in meth dealing to fund his own habit, and hangs out with a smarmy twenty-something crowd of punks so he can act like he’s big shit.

His wife divorced him a few years back after a 15-year-old girl walked into her workplace, at least 7 months pregnant, and handed her a home-made DVD of Scott and her conceiving the baby ... including older video of a LOT of the ‘practice sessions’ since she was 13.

Scott married the kid to stay out of jail. 15 and 32 ... a match made in Heaven.

No, really. Her name was Heaven.

Fast forward three years and Heaven walked into the Sheriff’s Office with another DVD.

This time it was Scott fucking their 12-year-old neighbor’s daughter on their bed.

Charges filed. Warrants issued. And scumbag Scott fled out the back door of their single-wide trailer as Deputies pulled down the driveway.

He hid out until they left, then hopped in his truck and drove to a neighboring town.

I got the notification over my radio, did some quick detective work with a map, and figured out where he might be.

As he lay on the motel bed watching porn, I knocked on his door and delivered the ‘pre-paid’ pizza and soda to the ‘wrong room’. And he didn’t even act like it wasn’t his.

An hour later, I dragged his unconscious body out to his own truck. Another hour past and Scott was safely tucked away in his new home, and his truck was sending up tiny bubbles from the bottom of the river near the boat landing.

I woke him up at noon the following day. He was NOT happy.

I guess the lack of clothing, being tied to a bare metal mattress box springs, the pain of the ‘electrodes’ hooked (yeah, I literally used thick steel fish hooks) into his nipples and dicklet, and the rubber band choking off the blood flow to his balls might have been a part of it.

The hooks were attached to the ‘red’ wires ... the ‘hot leads’ if you will.

The ‘ground’ was a brass rod about the size of a 14” D-cell mag light, and was shoved a foot up his ass and held in place with duct tape on his hairy thighs and ass.

Just to shut him up, since me telling him nicely didn’t work, I pressed the momentary switch and sent some 120 volt AC current to the nipple hooks.

His eyes bugged hilariously, and the only sound he made was a funny ‘fizzle’ noise with his mouth as little white spittle balls flew from his lips.

And he pissed himself. They always do.

So I flicked the switch and ‘buzzed’ the hooks embedded in his foreskin on each side of the head of his little dicklet.

I repeated the switch flips in a happy little rhythm and was amused as his piss stream was cut off and then flowed in time with my finger flicks, knowing I’d be able to enjoy this again soon since the 4 guage catheter in his external juglar vein was flowing saline into his body from the six bag piggy setup as fast as it could.

I still had a couple cases of IV fluid, so I wasn’t concerned about running low. I got it after it expired from several Ambulance buddies. They thought I just wanted the bags for projects.

The expired lasix would assure a full bladder any time I wanted it to be.

When his bladder was finally empty, I walked over and introduced myself. And by that I mean I walked over and used a ‘switch’ I had picked from a hedge bush to whack his swollen nut sack.

He screamed and cussed at me, so I whacked him again.

He cussed me again, so I did it again.

“I can play this all day.” I told him. “Or you can find your manners.”

I laughed at his threats. And he just thrashed and ranted.

Another quick flip of the power switches got his attention finally, and he asked the magic question. The one I love them to ask.

“Who the fuck are you?” He whined.

“I am the executioner.” I began. “I get paid by the State to end the lives of sorry pieces of shit criminals like you.”

“I am the angel of death. I am the bringer of hell and all it’s demonic minions to the unjust.”

“I am justice ... and vengeance.”

The look on his face was priceless. I wished I could have taken a picture, but stupid shit like that is how we get caught and have our life’s mission cut short.

The mental image would have to suffice.

“What do you want? Why are you doing this?” He asked as his eyes searched wildly around the concrete ‘room’.

“I want information.” I told him. “I want you to spill your guts and give it to me...”

I laughed as I picked up a brand new box cutter and lightly scraped the tip across his belly just below his navel. “ ... or I will just spill your guts for you.”

“NO! WAIT!” He yelled. “Ask me anything! I’ll tell you! Just ask!”

“Okay then!” I exclaimed loudly. “Now we’re cookin’ with bacon grease.”

I set up a small video camera on a tripod and turned it on. Then zoomed it to where it only showed his neck up, focused on his face.

I then told him, “When I say ‘ACTION’, you’re going to give me the performance of your life.”

“You will begin as far back as you can remember and confess your every crime and sin. Your whole life story.”

I paused, then said with fake seriousness, “Be sure you don’t embellish or make shit up. People who know you are going to see this and they’ll rat you out for sure. Be totally honest so I can consider letting you live.”

He nodded. “I will. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Good boy.” I told him and picked up a file folder with a bunch of random printed shit in it.

Then I sat down and picked up a cheap BB gun, “Because if you don’t tell the truth, or you miss something in my files...” I took aim and shot his bloated and discolored scrotum.

He screamed again and begged me not to hurt him any more, swearing to tell the truth.

“Begin with your full name and age, then start your confessional story. Be as graphic and detailed as possible. Be sure to name names and places, and don’t leave anything out.”

“And remember Scotty, I’m going to check all of this for accuracy before I consider letting you go.”

Using the remote, I yelled “ACTION” and hit ‘record’.

He was a bad, bad, boy.

His sex offenses and crimes began at a young age. They were pretty sick and entailed his little sister, her friends, his cousins, his neighbors, and even some dogs and cats.

I only had to stop the camera and remind him to be more detailed once, and the BB hit directly between his balls that time.

The story of his raping his drunk and drugged mother on the New Years Eve following his fourteenth birthday was, I think, the sickest part of his youthful offenses. And the fact that he didn’t have any remorse over crushing up barbituates and spiking her drinks so he could fuck her was obvious.

When he told how he repeatedly used her cunt, mouth, and ass ... making sure to cum deep inside her every time ... all night and half the next day, he not only got an erection but spewed forth a rather impressive load of bloody cum onto the floor.

Which he immediately regretted since it caused intense shooting pain in those bloated and now dark purple balls.

I hit ‘pause’ at the first splurt and watched his contorted face as he tried to rip pleasure from the agony. And as his orgasm was almost over ... I flipped the switch and shot a 10 second burst of electricity through his 5” dick to his stretched bowels.

He passed out.

I took the opportunity to make a few adjustments.

I used my snap ring pliers to prepare another rubber band, then got my snippers ready.

As he woke, I pulled on a pair of latex gloves.

He whined as I expanded the pliers and slipped the head of his little pecker through the rubber band, and cried out as I released it to constrict just behind the flared mushroom tip.

But he really wailed when I snipped the rubber band around the base of his ball sack. And not from the 1/16^th inch cut where I caught the skin.

The returning blood flow excited all those nerves and was excruciating.

I gave him a few minutes to enjoy the sensations while I drank my cold soda and recorded his reactions to it on the video. (yeah, I know. But I wasn’t going to keep this epic cinematic production anyway)

I paused the camera and shot him in the balls again.

“ENOUGH!” I shouted. “Back to your story.” Then hit record.

He told how he drugged his mother and used her like a living sex doll in every way possible on many more occasions, for almost three months. Then one day she came home out of the blue and poured out all the liquor in the house and just stopped drinking.

He soon found out that his mom had gotten pregnant from his repeated inseminations.

Lucky for him she had a semi-steady boyfriend and they blamed it on a faulty rubber.

Scott’s little brother was his own incestuous bastard son. Boy was THAT going to be a revelation for his family.

Having been molested and abused from the age of four, his little sister became quiet and prone to locking herself in her room alone for long periods of time.

His mother put her on the pill at age 12, when she started her periods, to ‘prevent accidents’. Even though the girl never even expressed an interest in boys or dating.

Scott, now 18, discovered that about his ‘lil sis’ when she had just turned 14, and he immediately made the most of it by drugging her with sleeping pills he bought from his druggie friends.

He’d wait until his mother left with her boyfriend for one of their many casino weekends and slip his ‘mickey’ to the teen. Hours and hours of fucking her in every hole and in every way possible would follow, with him sperming her unsuspecting pussy as often as he could.

He again got hard as he described what he used to do to the girl, despite the rubber band cutting painfully into the end of his shaft.

He finally stopped talking after describing one particular episode where he took 35mm pictures of himself fucking her ass in the bathtub so he could cum in her pussy and then piss up her ass.

He humped the air for a moment and grunted as I watched his balls draw up and his pecker throbbing. Then I cracked up as he tried to cum but it just backed up and the pressure caused him to squeal out like a wounded goat. I shocked his nipples a few times to keep him from concentrating on trying to clench his sphincter muscles to stop the abnormal flow.

He moaned out, “Oh god please take this thing off. It feels like my cum is backing up into my bladder.”

“Could be.” I told him. “Here, this will help.”

And I injected a dose of lasix into the half full IV bag.

Must have been psychological, but he seemed relieved afterward.

I restarted the recording and he continued his story.

Eventually his sister-rapes caught up with him. She never knew he was fucking her, and she wasn’t fucking anyone else, so she stopped taking the pills because she read they might cause weight gain and they be the reason she felt so lethargic. Also because she read the pills might be the reason for her ‘swollen and irritated pussy’.

I guessed the outcome before he said it.

Her daughters’ swollen 5 month pregnant belly finally caused ‘mom’ to take her to the doctor. The diagnosis was really hard to deal with for his mom, and she became so verbally and mentally abusive toward her that his sister ran away. But being only 15, she was hauled back by DHS, only to receive more wrath from her mother.

Scott stepped in, of course, and played the loving brother. Comforting his sister as she cried and making her hot cocoa almost every night. Until the night she cried so much after her cocoa that she got choked up on her own snot and rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

He held her afterwards until she went to sleep, only to be jostled awake soon after.

She was naked, and her body was being bounced around by his hard fucking motions.

She screamed and fought him off of her, running to her mother’s room. Only to be told she should be happy about it because, after all, ‘that’s what sluts are for’. And she should just be glad a man was willing to even fuck her nasty slutty ass.

She went back to confront Scott, but he just pulled her to the bed and held her down as he raped her.

She cried as he used her ass and pussy several times through the night. And died inside as he taunted her by telling her she was his to use as he wanted any time he wanted and how the baby in her womb was actually his.

The abuse ended for good the next day. Not because Scott stopped doing it on his own or under threat, nor was it because his mom did anything, but because of what his sister did.

She snuck into her mothers room and locked herself in the closet, then used her mom’s .38 revolver to end her life.

“I thought I had her. I never would have told her about the baby if I thought she would kill herself.” Scott almost lamented. But then he added, “What a waste. She was a prime piece of ass.”

I hit pause and flipped both switches for a full minute. I left his unconscious body hanging from the handcuffs and leg shackles and went outside for a breath of air.

I had to calm myself. It wasn’t time yet, and I desperately wanted to kill him right now.

On my return he was looking kinda swollen and puffy. I guessed it was time, so I put on gloves and used the razor knife to cut the rubber band free from his pecker. The blade nicked the underside along his frenulum and dark purplish blood flowed from the wound.

Almost immediately his piss began to flow, but not a stream. More like water draining from a shut off water hose.

I almost didn’t want to play with it, but I still used the electric shocks on him haphazardly to start and stop the flow.

He didn’t seem to react as much to it now.

“Continue your story.” I ordered him, then started the recording again.

He told about moving out of his mom’s house after his sister’s death.

He convinced a friend, Brad, to be his roommate and they got a little apartment.

It was short lived though.

They had a little party with food and booze.

Brad’s girlfriend, his girlfriends’ sister, and Brad’s sister all stayed at the apartment afterward.

The two friends had a huge fight a few weeks later when Brad found out Scott had drugged all their drinks and had then fucked all three of the girls while they were passed out.