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Angels Play Rough

Part 1

Angels Play Rough



  He was sweet and humble and gentle. Not the kind of guy youd look at and know hed done two tours in Iraq and three in Afghanistan. Except for his short hair. And the oh so proper posture. All that helped make him attractive to the two girls stranded by the side of the road. That and his kindness. The women werent out hunting for a boy they could play rough with. Theyd done that last night. Theyd both satisfied their dark appetites for a while. Kim had loved using the boy last night, straddling his face, smothering him some while Lauren impaled herself on his lovely hard cock. Theyd almost killed him when theyd tied him up after theyd both fucked him and played their cruel games with him. So today was a rest day of sorts. If they got lucky theyd maybe pick up a guy later for a threesome and some mildly kinky sex. Nothing too cruel. Just some good old fashioned boy on girls fucking. Then come Friday night they let themselves go and look for real prey. By Friday theyd want a boy they could torture, a boy they could use to satisfy their cruelest desires. Today they just wanted to relax.


Theyd taken a drive to talk about last night. And to look for a secluded place they could take their next victim. They wanted to escalate the torture, to increase their fun. There was a good chance the boy they picked for their next little sadistic party wouldnt survive the experience. A very good chance. The girls had talked about snuffing a boy for fun. After last night they both knew they were ready for that ultimate sadistic thrill. The Texas desert seemed a good place to dump a boys body when once they were done having their special kind of fun with it.


Then theyd had the flat. Out in the middle of the desert. Kim and Lauren hadnt seen a car in half an hour when the tire blew. Theyd found their remote location for dumping boys and were on the way home. Just before the tire blew theyd laughed about looking up the boy from last night again and finishing what theyd started with him. Hed jerked and thrashed and shrieked and struggled wonderfully for them when theyd whipped and burned and smothered him. He was a good subbie and an even better decent masochist.


Even so there was a remote chance he might talk. If he did he could make trouble for them. Last night Kim had used her cigarettes and burned the word slut on his chest. Theyd told him if they found out he said anything to anybody about they kind of games they liked to play theyd hunt him down and burn his balls off. Then his cock. That scared the little shit enough the girls were pretty confident hed keep quiet. But you could never tell with boys like that. Theyd kept his wallet just in case. They knew where he lived.


But they wanted to be ready next time. In case they decided they couldnt let their prey go. They had a place to keep a kid until he learned it was better not to talk. Or until he died trying to learn that simple lesson. But that was the thing. They didnt really have a good place to dump the body for when they went too far and killed a boy. Now they did. That changed everything. Because it wasnt a matter of if they went too far. Kim and Lauren both knew they were going to go too far eventually. They both hoped itd be soon. They were ready. Now that theyd found their lonely place in the desert just north of a little town called Clyde. It was less than three hours from their place in Fort Worth. Close enough to  get there and back on a single tank of gas but far enough away to muddy the trail if the boys body was found. It a good place to get rid of a body. Neither girl knew at the time itd be a perfect place to pick up a body as well. Not until their knight in shining armor stopped to fix their flat tire.


The flat tire had been a pisser. A real bummer for the two young nurses. There was a full sized spare hanging on the back of the SUV. But neither of the twenty three year olds had ever changed a tire. Nor were they dressed for it. Kim was wearing cut offs and a halter top. Lauren was in her tight jeans and an even tighter tee shirt. W\The one with the low scoop neck. Their nails were perfect of course. Both girls splurged on their appearance. Why shouldnt they. It was easy to get men to pay for the expensive hair styling, pedicures and spa treatment. So they looked good. Not because they were out to seduce a boy today and lure him into a trap. Girls like Kim and Lauren just liked to be ready in case opportunity came a knocking. And thats when he showed up. The cute young corporal happy to change the tire of two gorgeous young women. And thats when the two wicked girls plans changed. He was tall and handsome and sweet and ready to help two seemingly sweet young girls stuck in the desert. From his bearing he looked military. From his sweet demeanor he seemed like a really nice guy. Unfortunately for him Corporal Jason Sanger had no way of knowing they were sadists. But he was going to find that out.


“We really appreciate this mister. I doubt we could have gotten the tire fixed by ourselves.”


“Its Jason. Jason Sanger. Corporal first class. U.S Army. And its no problem at all ladies. Glad to be of service.”


“Thanks. Im Kim and this is Lauren. Youre in the Army huh? Did you serve over there? Over where were fighting?”


“Yes Maam. I was in Iraq. And in Afghanistan.”


    They kept him talking while he changed the flat. The girls were genuinely interested. Its not so much that they admired the boy for serving his country. Kim and Lauren werent the kind of girls who admired any man. They used men. For their own wicked pleasure and their own cruel purpose. But they could appreciate certain traits in a man. Like obedience. And loyalty. And patriotism. And of course, they definitely appreciated any man with a ten inch or bigger prick.  They couldnt tell yet about young Corporal Sanger. But his jeans did have a nice long bulge behind that zipper. He could be fun in bed. The old fashioned kind of fun. Vanilla fun. All sex and no torture. The girls could do that. To show their appreciation for a boy willing to change their tire and keep them safe from the savages and terrorists out there in the big cruel world. So they encouraged him to tell them about what it was like to be a soldier.


     He was reluctant to talk about what hed seen, about what hed experienced. But Kim and Lauren were practiced at getting boys to talk to them. The turning point came when he took off his shirt. Lauren saw the scars first. And asked him what happened. She explained that she and Kim were nurses. Shed even worked the ER. So he didnt neednt be concerned about them being too sensitive to hear all the grisly details. They dealt with such things every day. They didnt tell the boy that theyd spent an hour last night burning the word slut in three inch high letters on a mans chest. Or that the month before theyd injected saline solution in some poor bastards testicles until his balls were the size of grapefruit and weighed a couple pounds apiece. Watching the silly man had to waddle to his car had been a hoot. Knowing how much he would hurt when he sat on his grotesquely swollen balls was an even bigger hoot.


    But their nice young soldier boy didnt need to know about that. Kim and Lauren were going to be as nice to him as he was being to them. Burning that boy last night had left them content and happy enough to get them to Friday. So they faked sympathy for his wound and encouraged him to tell them about it. It was shrapnel he said. From an IED. The boy explained that was an  improvised explosive device, a bomb. Buried in the road by a local  Muji or local terriorist. Jason had been on patrol during his third tour. The Humvee in front of his got hit. Bad. Jason took some fragments in his shoulder. But shit happens he said. Then hed blushed and apologized for his language. Lauren had bent over and kissed his naked sweaty shoulder. Kim praised the boy for sacrificing so much for his country. The girls really were touched by the twenty four year old soldier who was so respectful and soft spoken and eager to help two strangers. Even if they were two hot looking young nurses.


     Kim and Lauren were equally touched when he told them his age. He was a few months younger than them. Just a boy really. A boy sucked up in a war. He seemed so young to have seen some things they couldnt even imagine. Yet he still maintained a gentleness and openness that impressed both the nurses. Kim gave Lauren the look, the raised eyebrow and the smile that said lets take this guy home and give him the best fuck of his sweet young life. As a gift for being so brave in the war and for being so chivalrous about fixing our tire. Lauren smiled back. The girls were in agreement. Theyd reward Corporal Sanger with a threesome and a night of unbelievable raunchy sex he could tell his buddies about for months. It was the least they could do for the boy-man who risked his life to defend their freedoms. They wouldnt hurt this one. Theyd be gentle with him.


   Kim had asked him what combat was like. Hearing about men getting shot, men getting hurt, men getting killed, well the temptation to hear about that was too great for her to resist. So she slyly asked if hed ever shot anybody over there. He didnt want to say. He did say his unit went on patrol every night for high value targets. And that shooting was a common part of his job over there.  He just said they were on the pointy end of the stick and sometimes that end of the stick drew blood. The girls were thrilled. The idea that the boy fixing their tire might have killed people excited both of them. They often lay in bed together and talked about what it must feel like to take a life. Snuff fantasies were among their favorites. The two sadistic lovers had never actually done a man but they thought about it a lot, they dreamed about it all the time and, they looked forward to doing it for real someday.


    Lauren had come close once. Shed been in the ER. Itd been busy. They brought a guy in all banged up and cut up from a motorcycle accident. He was screaming and shrieking but with his broken jaw his tortured cries were more muffled groans. Still his shrieks of agony had been music to Laurens ears. She just loved to watch a man suffer. Its the main reason shed gotten into nursing.


    The doc had told her to give the patient a shot to kill his pain then clean him up for surgery. Protocol said she should give him the pain killers first. He was suffering. She had to move him and manipulate his broken limbs. Shed cause him more pain manipulating his limbs so she could clean out the debris from his accident. The merciful thing would have been to shoot him full of morphine first. But she didnt. The prospect of pushing and pulling on the boy and making his pain even more intense was too tempting. So she held off on giving him his shot. And attended to the other orders the doctor had given her.


    It should have taken her only ten to fifteen minutes to do get the boy ready. She spent forty five. So she could hurt him. She pulled on him and pushed on him longer and harder than she needed to from a medical perspective. But not nearly long enough to satisfy the dark and wicked part of her. Hed thrashed and bucked magnificently for her. He begged her to stop. She smiled at him and whispered that she was only doing what the doctor had ordered. When it came time to clean his chest she had to pull off the telemetry. The machines that monitored his pulse and oxygen levels went silent. No alarms would sound if his pulse got too high or his breathing became ragged. Lauren had quickly wiped down the boy then played with him some.


     There was a piece of plastic embedded deep in his thigh. She wasnt supposed to remove it; theyd have to do that in surgery. But she could push on it and twist it and wiggle it back and forth and use it to torment the boy. So she did. For a good five minutes. It was heaven for the cruel nurse. She was grinning ear to ear as her patient flopped around on the bed like a fresh caught fish. Soon she discovered she could cause him the most pain by twisting his arm where the elbow had been crushed. His muffled howls of agony were delightful. She hurt him for a good twenty minutes then took his pulse. Poor boy. His over stressed heart was racing, it was pounding the rapid and irregular beat that preceded full cardiac arrest. Lauren had been thrilled.


    But she didnt quite see how she could let him die there with only her in attendance. Thered be questions, thered be an inquiry. Besides she and Kim had always promised each other theyd share their first snuff. So shed let the boy rest for five minutes and when his pulse steadied shed hooked him back up to the monitors and finished prepping him. She still bumped him in all the places where he was hurt. And she still found herself getting aroused every time he screamed when she hurt him. Even his screams hurt the boy, the nerves in his broken jaw sending blinding wave of pain through his head whenever he moved his mouth. But she was careful. She hurt him bad, she hurt him way longer than his ravaged body needed. She pushed the boy to the edge and she loved every second of it. But she didnt push him quite over the edge. He was alive when she finished having her fun with him.


    After thirty five minutes of torturing the boy in the ER bay Lauren had finally given him his pain medication. She wanted the drug in his system for when the techs came in to take him to the OR. Although even then she cheated him out of the full dose. She squirted half of the precious pain killing drug down the sink. She liked watching him suffer. Besides, he was half delirious and probably wouldnt remember a thing. She laughed as she shook his injured arm one last time before the drug took effect. And she smiled as she walked back to the nurses station, her dear sweet patient alive and breathing and suffering more than any man should.

Lauren got lucky. Shed been at the desk for just a couple of minutes when the alarms went off. The boy coded. His heart had stopped beating. The red team rushed to his bed, they used heroic efforts to save him.  It wasnt Laurens responsibility to respond to codes. But like some of the other staff in the ER she rushed to the bay and watched as the team worked to save that anonymous boys life.


     She almost had an orgasm when they used the paddles on him. The jolt of electricity sent directly to his heart lifted his body from the bed. They tried three times to restart his heart. The second time was best. His eyes flew open one last time in pain and fright, and when they landed on Lauren, she saw the recognition on his face, saw that he remembered her and what shed done to him. She liked seeing that look, she liked that he knew hed suffered because of her. She didnt know why she liked that she just knew she did. And she knew she wanted to do something like that to a boy again.


     He didnt make it. He died. Staring at Lauren, his face a rictus of pain and suffering. Her hands were clean. Nobody would suspect the cute curly haired blond with the wide smile in a face that looked innocent and young enough to belong to a girl still in high school.  Everybody liked Lauren. Lauren was the good nurse always ready to pitch in on the worst cases that came into the ER.


     Hed been alive when she left him. But she liked to think shed had something to do with his death. She liked to think that her cruel games had weakened him, and hurt him bad enough his body couldnt handle it anymore. But mostly she liked to think shed get the chance to play with a boy like that again. Only next time she hoped she could spend more time with him. And finish him off herself. She wanted to hold him when he died, she wanted to feel the last beat of his heart and see the light go out in his eyes for the last time and know shed done that to him. Not out of anger or hate or fear. Simply because she could, because it was fun for her, because it tickled a part deep inside her that couldnt be denied.


     But she wasnt thinking about that as she watched her soldier change the tire. He was a patriot, a good Samaritan, someone to admire and be grateful to for all hed done to keep her safe. Shed reward this one with sex, lots of filthy sex, as much as he wanted. They would be other boys to hurt, other boys to snuff. Shed let the heroic warrior now sweating in the sun over her flat tire go back to his fight where he could keep on protecting her and Kim and all the other cruel women who needed freedom and privacy and liberty to shield them so they could play their wicked sadistic games.


“So, I know its rude. But did you ever personally have to, you know, shoot someone. Kill a bad guy? Take one of those lousy terrorists out?”


     He was modest enough he didnt want to say. But Kim and Lauren were practiced at getting men to say things they shouldnt, to do things theyd regret. Eventually the soldier told them about the seven different Arabs he killed. Personally. When hed been close enough to see their faces when they died. Three hed done from a distance of five meters. Four hed done up close. Hand to hand. With a gun pressed against the other mans body. Or his knife pulled across some crazy zealots throat. The girls encouraged him to describe every delicious detail. They ate it up, these stories of men dying violent deaths. They stood close to Jason. They let their hands brush up against him, praised his bravery, stroked his ego, stroked his arm. He gave them full and honest details of his kills. Kim and Lauren couldnt help but get sexually aroused. They let their soldier boy believe they were excited by his courage, by his skill at dispatching the enemy scum, by his manly prowess. But inside both of the wicked girls were turned on by being in the presence of a killer. Even if he was a guy instead of a cruel fem fatal like they imagined themselves to be. They longed to know what it felt like to kill someone. What was it like to pull the trigger and watch a mans body jerk as the bullet entered his heart? What did it feel like to slice the sharp knife across a mans neck and feel the life drain out of his body? Did it make him hard when killed someone? Did he get aroused the way they did just thinking about doing something like that to a man? Did Jason understand why something like that would make it their pussys wet and hot and pulsing with lust? Did he enjoy it snuffing those men up close? Did he want to do it again?


     They didnt ask him those questions directly of course. They knew most of the dull vanilla people who populated the world didnt understand their dark passion. They couldnt expect a nice boy like Jason to share their cruel natures. But they hinted at those things with Jason. And eventually he told them some of it. It turns out Jason hadnt minded killing the bad guys. He hardly ever thought about it after. He wasnt haunted by images of the mens whose lives hed snuffed out. No, it was the deaths of guys on his side that bothered him. It was seeing his buddies go down that gave him nightmares.


“Poor baby. Im so sorry. Was it rough over there hon? Did you lose lots of friends?”


“Not many.” hed said. “We had better equipment than the rag heads, better training than the goat herders, better discipline than the freaking enemy. But we lost guys just the same. Good guys. Guys just like me. Guys like my three buddies in the Humvee that ran over the damn IED. I was in the second vehicle. Thats when I got this.”


    Jason had touched the scar on his shoulder. “Shrapnel from the explosion cut through my Humvee” he explained, his voice tense as he recounted the event.


“The force of the blast knocked me out of the Humvee. The lead vehicle was on fire. My buddies were trapped inside. They were on fire. I could hear their screams. I saw them flailing and shrieking and beating at their clothes trying to put out the flames eating away at their flesh. I sat by the side of the road watching three of my friends burned to death in that damned Humvee.”


    It was though hed been transported back to that day when he retold the story. Hed cried some when he talked about it. But he described every shriek of his friends, every twitch and spasm of their bodies in such detail and with such emotion that Lauren and Kim couldnt help but be affected. The girls should have been saddened by the tragedy, by the senseless loss of life. They should have reached out to Jason in sympathy, in a shared humanity. But they werent sad. They werent the least bit upset by the idea that good American boys had burned to death in excruciating agony half a world away. If they were sad or upset about anything it was the fact that they hadnt been there to see it  in person.


     The only thing these girls shared with Jason was the luck that had guided them to this isolated spot. Kim and Lauren had been tremendously turned on by the imagery of the three American boys on fire, burning alive, screaming, knowing they were going to die, powerless to do anything about it. When Jason had talked about killing enemy combatants. Kim and Lauren had been excited. Now, after hearing about this brutal and hellish death by fire of three innocents the two girls were more than simply aroused and excited. Something fundamental changed for Kim and Lauren. Jason was still their hero. But now, in the sado-sexual lust hed awakened in them, they saw the boy fixing their tire as an opportunity. They saw him as prey. They shared a look, a sly smile, a glance at the shirtless boy laboring in the hot desert to help them out.


      Theyd listened to the vivid description of the three boys as decent and patriotic and good as the boy kneeling there beside them and knew they werent going to just take Jason home and give him the gift of wild and wanton and guiltless sex. What had been almost casual arousal at hearing his war stories had turned into a wicked lust so powerful the girls could see it and smell it and sense it between themselves. This kid was so righteous, so brave, so upstanding. Hed survived hell five times over in far off lands and lived to tell about it, lived to come through it whole and reasonably sane and intact. He was perfect for the girls. Kim knew it, Lauren knew it. Theyd make their first snuff an all American hero. The irony of it, the total unfairness of it appealed to them. It was cruel. It was wicked. It was evil. Jason was perfect in every way for Kim and Laurens first snuff.


    The two beautiful young sadists exchanged a wicked smile  behind Jasons back. The smile conveyed a silent and thrilling message between the two girls. Theyd take young Corporal Jason home, theyd tie him up, theyd hurt him and theyd torture him and theyd make him wish hed died over there in that god forsaken country. Then theyd snuff him. Theyd do him slow. Much slower than his friends had died. Theyd do it because it felt right to both girls. His courage and his honor and his decency would do the boy no good with them. In fact it was those worthy and noble qualities that made him so perfect for their first snuff. Taking everything that was brave and good from the boy would be the supreme thrill. Corrupting and ruining and destroying good and decent boys was the drug that had intoxicated cruel women like Kim and Lauren for thousands of years. Now it was their turn to let themselves go. A mans pain and fear usually fed their wicked appetites. Now it  would be Jasons decency and virtue that inflamed their cruelest passions. Hed finished the tire. It was time to set the trap.


“We appreciate you fixing our tire Jason. And listen hon, We really appreciate all that youve done and seen and suffered Jason honey. You protect our freedoms. You served you country and youve done your duty without asking for much in return. I know Lauren agrees with me on this. Wed really like to thank you in a very special way Jason. So why dont you follow us home. Let us do something for you this time. Itll be fun I promise. Good dirty fun. Well take you to bed and us silly girls will give you a weekend youll remember for the rest of your life.  I promise. Cross my heart, hope to die.”


     He didnt need much persuading. They arranged it pretty quick once Kim slipped her hand down the front of his jeans and discovered that lovely long bulge was all Jason, all cock. The sexy olive skinned vixen almost lost it when she felt his nine inches of rigid army manhood. She grabbed Lauren and pulled the girl close so she could kiss her lover. A long, deep tonguing followed by licking and wet smooching that had the boy goggled eyed. Kim kissed Jason next. After she put Laurens hand on their preys big hard prick. They all laughed when Lauren broke off her kiss. The boy happy because he was going to get layed for the first time in months. The girls because they were hours away from their first real snuff.


    The boy was driving a dark blue Mustang. They didnt want him driving it up to their house. So Laruen pretended it was the hottest car shed ever seen. She begged him to let her drive it. Once he agreed Kim draped her body around him and let him know shed be good to him as he drove the girls SUV back to their place. It wasnt a tough sell. Jason had a boner that made a tent in the crotch of his fatigues. They were back at the house in an hour. Shed had him unzipped on that west Texas back road before theyd driven thirty feet. Jason hardly remembered the route they took. All he remembered was how good his dick felt in that sexy girls hand. Kim was good at jacking off little boys like Jason. She knew how to read a mans body. Whenever he got close shed slow down, loosen her grip. She made him suffer on the trip back. Not with pain. The girls would save that for when they had him tied up. He was a trained warrior after all. No sense tipping their hand and alerting his instinct for self-preservation. Instead she made him suffer by denying him the ecstasy of orgasm. She denied him the release his strong young body craved. And in so doing she distracted the man so he didnt notice the warning signs,


    Lauren had pulled the blue Mustang in front as soon as they hit the highway. The girls had seduced lots of men for their private little sadistic games. They both knew the drill.  Lauren would take the direct route to the house. Kim would take a more leisurely one. That would give Lauren time to set things up. Jason was strong and young and trained to defend himself. The girls were going to hurt him; they were going to play vicious games with his body and with his mind. Jason would never willingly agree to what they had in mind for him. So they needed to disarm him, to trap him, to subdue him. Before he had a chance to run or fight back. Then they could play their favorite games with him and kill him at their leisure.


     Dear sweet Jason pulled the SUV right into the garage just like Kim told him to.  The automatic door closed behind them before hed shut off the engine. He hadnt seen his car out front. It didnt concern him. His cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum and he wanted to shoot off so bad he let himself believe the other girl had stopped to pick up some beer. The hot sexy nurse had said they were going to party all weekend hadnt she. So he pulled in the garage and pushed the remote to close the door expecting to start a weekend of wild sex and dirty fun. Kim wrapped her hand tight around his dick then. God he was hard. She stroked him perfectly. Shed learned his rhythms on the hours drive back. She knew just how to make him come. He threw his head back as the climax roared through his body. Kim let go of his cock. She put eighteen inches between his body and any part hers. Jason didnt notice. He was past that now. Geysers of cum shot out his dick. He was lost to the rapture of his orgasm


     Lauren slipped out from the shadows and reached in the drivers window. She pressed the tip of the stun gun under Jasons chin and squeezed hard on the trigger. He was trained to respond to that in combat. But not when he was shooting jism all over himself, not when he was having his first girl assisted orgasm since hed left fucking Afghanastan. Jasons body jerked as his hot cum spewed out of his cock and the electric convulsed every muscle he had. Lauren kept the stun gun on his neck, the trigger pressed firmly down, the thousands of volts of electricity flooding into his nervous system. Theyd taken several boys his way. Theyd learned the technique from one of their first nursing instructors. Tricia Deering was a sadist just like Kim and Lauren. Trish and her friend Amanda Ryan had shared all kinds of insights into how to have wicked fun with men. The most important lesson was to disable the guy before you started the good stuff.


    Jasons body was already convulsing when Kim slipped the stun gun out of the SUVs side pocket. She pressed her gun against Jasons balls and let him have the full jolt. His body went crazy, flopping and jerking and twisting around so much the girls could barely keep the cruel devices tight against Jasons body. They zapped him for a good minute. He was limp when Kim put her stun gun in her lap for easy access and reached once more into the side pocket. She pulled out two of the pairs of cuffs the girls always had hidden in there, handy for situations like this. His body was still just quivering uncontrollable when she finished cuffing his right hand.


    Lauren handed Kim a two foot length of chain. The cruel dark haired seductress in the SUV slipped the open end of the hand cuffs through a link in the chain and then snapped the cuff securely on the boys left hand. There was still no sign Jason had control of his body but Kim gave him a twenty second jolt to his balls again just to make sure. And just to have a little fun with their victim. Kim unbuckled their prey and bent him over at the waist. Then she cuffed his ankles like she had his wrists. When she was done his hands and feet were connected by eighteen inches of chain and Jason was effectively immobilized. Kim got her stun gun ready, Lauren opened the drivers door and Kim kicked Jason out.


    He fell hard to the concrete floor banging his head when he did. There was a small cut on his forehead. And a little blood. Lauren wiped the spot with her finger, held it up so Kim could see the lovely red smear. Theyd drawn first blood. The girls giggled. It wouldnt be the last blood Jason would shed for them. But it was the first. They were committed now. It felt good. Kim climbed out of the SUV and kissed her lover. Somehow she managed to get her feet tangled up in the boys crotch when she got out. So she kicked him in the balls a few times and step his dick.  His groan let the girls know Jason was awake enough to move.


“What kind of drugs should we use on him? A sedative? Paralyzing agent? Hallucinogen? Or do you want to move him like he is?”


“Hes strong. And he knows how to fight back. We need to drug him.”


“I say use the Pavulon. About 8 milligrams for a guy his size. Hell be paralyzed in less than two minutes and the effects last a good two hours or more. Hell be able to hear us and see us and feel pain but he wont be able to use his muscles. Get the portable ventilator ready in case he stops breathing. We dont want our boy dying on us too soon. We promised him a weekend hed remember for the rest of his life. Well, his lifes going to be brutally  and short but still, we dont want to disappoint our hero and cut his weekend short.”


    Kim fixed the syringe. Three minutes after Jason fell from the SUV he was effectively paralyzed. Lauren had been right. He could see his tormentors, he could hear them, he could even smell Kims cigarette smoke when she lit up a Camel, and feel the burn when she touched the hot coal to his balls.


“Hes ready. I just branded his balls with this and he didnt even flinch. His eyes showed the pain though. God I love modern drugs.”


“Good. Now come look at this girlfriend. Our soldier boy left us a gift in the trunk of his car.”


    Lauren unzipped the duffle bag. Kim looked in. And laughed. She reached in and pulled out the 9mm revolver. It felt good in her hand. She checked the safety, extracted the clip and checked to make sure there wasnt a chambered round. Then she pointed the pistol at their boy and squeezed the trigger. Kim giggled and handed the weapon to Lauren. The taller girl rechecked the guns safety as she ran her fingers over the grip, the barrel, the hammer. She leaned down over Jason and put the gun to his forehead. Laurens hips punched forward in an obviously sexual reaction when she pulled the trigger. The sharp sound of the click the hammer made echoed through the garage.


“Should we shoot him? God, this is great Laurie. We have a gun that cant get traced to us. Did our snuff monkey leave us ammunition?”


“Two full boxes. He left something else too. Look.”


    It was a knife. A combat knife. With a serrated edge. Super sharp. Wicked looking. Lethal looking. Kim was careful when she took it out of its sheath. The knife was a thing of beauty, a killing tool if ever there was one.

One girl held a gun casually in her hand, the barrel still pressed against the head of the boy on the floor. The other had a knife in her hand, a knife with an edge so sharp she had no trouble cutting through Jasons shirt and pants. She was careful cutting off his clothes. He was out of it. Cutting him and hurting him now would give either girl much pleasure. They could wait. The kind of fun they intended to have with Jason was best enjoyed slowly, leisurely, indulgently. So the girls put the fun new toys away and got to work moving their prey.


    They took him inside. He was quite a load for the two of them since he was nothing but dead weight. A two wheel hand truck took care of that though. All they had to do was roll him up onto the thing and tie him in place and lift him up. The wheels took half his one hundred eighty pounds. The girls managed the rest. After that it was easy getting him into their special play room. As soon as Jason was stripped of the rest of his clothes Lauren replaced his wrist cuffs with psych ward wrist restraints guaranteed to be escape proof. Kim did the same to his ankles. The room had a chain hoist mounted on the ceiling and a bar hanging from that. Once Jasons ankles were secured the girls lifted the boy until he was hanging, his feet thirty inches above the floor. Then it was a simply a matter of wheeling the heavy table under the boy, lowering him down to the padded surface and securing his wrists and ankles to eye bolts in each corner. Kim locked the tables wheels down and twenty minutes after Jason shut the garage door he was bound naked and spread eagle on the heavy wooden bench, his arms and legs spread wide, his body paralyzed and his mind reeling in terror.


“How you doing hon? Comfy? Anything binding? Pinching? Whats the matter Jason? Cat got your tongue.”

    

      It was kind of lame but Kim enjoyed tormenting the boys they brought here. She and Lauren had only used the paralysis drug on a couple of other boys so she wasnt all that experienced with how much feeling Jason still retained. She wanted to hurt the kid. Hurt him bad. But his lack of response left her with no way to gauge how badly she was torturing him. So she went back to basics. She picked up a cane. And started beating the boys naked body pretty much wherever she wanted.


    Jason may have been paralyzed but his skin still responded to a harsh whipping. In no time Kim had covered his thighs and stomach with a hundred wicked red welts. But it wasnt the same as whipping a boy who could move and jerk and twist and scream.


“Its no fun Lauren. Get the antidote. Lets give him the neostigmine and bring him out of his paralysis. I want to see him jerk when I hurt him.”


    Lauren stuck the needle with the antidote in his arm a dozen times before she hit the vein. Shed given hundreds of injections. She knew exactly how to do it. When she was treating female in her official capacity as a nurse she slid the needle in skillfully the patient often didnt feel a thing. With her male patients she always managed to bungle the first couple attempts. She liked to see how men and the boys she treated reacted to pain. Shed met some interesting guys that way. Some had become playmates she tortured in other delightful ways. When she had a gut tied up like she did Jason and she knew she could get away with doing just about anything she wanted to him Lauren always managed to stick him lots of times before the finally getting the needle in the right place. She jabbed Jasons arm twelve times before sticking the needle up the big vein in his arm and pushing the drug into his bloodstream. He was still paralyzed so his body didnt betray the pain he was feeling from this cruel nurses deliberate miscues. But his eyes told Lauren all she needed to know.


    Jason started to recover some control over his muscles in less than a minute. Within five minutes he was almost fully functional again. Kim and Lauren knew that because both angels of mercy flicked their cigarette lighters and held their tiny flames against different parts of the boys naked body. From the way his body gyrated and twisted in agony the girls could track the boys recovery. When he started to shriek and curse and vow to get them for what they were doing to him Kim and Lauren knew the original drug had been all but neutralized within his system. Now they could torture him and hurt him and get to enjoy the spectacle of his thrashing body. Kim especially needed to see a boys body jerk and buck and writhe in that frantic dance that confirmed she was torturing him beyond his limits.


     The cursing was a drag though. It didnt bother them to be called bitches, and cunts, and devils, and whatever. But his screeching voice and its high pitched whine when they burned the fun parts of his body like his tits or his balls or his cock or his butt hole, well those screams were a joy to listen to but they did get tedious after a while.  So Lauren got a gag for Jason. Later theyd use a Pear of Anguish to break his jaw. The Pear was an ancient device, simple in its use and effective in its results. A girl just shoves the fat end of the pear shaped metal torture toy in the vics mouth then turns the crank that pokes out the narrow end.


    Each turn of the crank causes the two halves of the Pear to widen. So the rigid metal bulb shaped thing inside the boys mouth swells up. If a girl turns the handle enough times shes rewarded with the most delightful howl as her preys jaw is stretched beyond the breaking point. Once his jaws broken she owns his mouth. He cant bite down or close it or even speak clearly without her help. Its a lovely little torture. But its irreversible so a smart girl doesnt do that to a boy until shes done talking to him. Kim and Lauren wanted to keep Jason fully engaged in his torture. Allowing the boy to give voice to his fears and his pain and his despair was part of the fun for the two vicious vixens. So for now theyd just gag him.


Open wide baby. Ms. Lauren has a present for you.”


     Jason saw the gag shaped like an erect penis and wasnt about to let them shove it in his mouth. He clamped his jaw shut and glared at the two smiling women standing over him so obviously enjoying his torment.


“Looks like he doesnt want it Lolo. Come on Jason baby. Let Ms. Laurie put it in. Otherwise Ill have to do this.”


    Kim punched the boy in the balls. She made a fist, pulled back her arm and let fly with a brutal blow to his nuts. She caught the boys testicles between the firm top of the table and her knuckles. She cocked her arm again and punched as hard as she could. Then punched again. And again. All the air in Jasons lungs rushed out as his body tried to deal with the excruciating pain in his groin. His stomach muscles were clenched so tight he couldnt breathe as his body was screamed at him to curl up, to protect his vulnerable and traumatized testicles. Reeling from pain and desperate to start breathing Jason opened his mouth. Lauren rammed the hard rubber cock in his mouth. There was a nylon strap connected to the gag. The cruel girl wrapped the strap around her victims head and buckled, pulling it tight. Jason now had six inches of a thick dildo gag crammed down his throat.  He could breathe but it was difficult. And painful. For the first time he went into a full panic state, thrashing and struggling and fighting to get free, to dislodge that horrible gag from his throat. Of course his actions just made it worse. Which made a better show for Lauren and Kim. They giggled as their soldier boy gradually quieted as his body slowed form lack of oxygen.


“Get the breathing tube ready Kimmie. Hes going out pass out if he keeps fighting us like this.”


“Want him to keep on struggling? I can make him do that.” Kim laughed.


     The wicked young woman pulled a cigarette from the pack of Camel Silvers, stuck it between her lips, flicked her well used Zippo lighter to life and touched the dancing flame to the tip of the slender white tube of tobacco dangling from her mouth. Kim liked using Zippos. They continued to burn without having to hold the little lever down. So she could hold the metal lighter in all kinds of positions. With the boy tied to the table and her lighter burning merrily and safely in her grasp Kim decided to try a position that would direct her lighters tiny flare to Jasons tit. Zippos were great that way. They always work, they burn at any angle, and like the old slogan said, Zippo, use it to start something. For now Kim was going to use it to start Jason on a trip to a hell hundreds of times worse than anything hed seen in combat.


    Pinning the lighter to his chest with her thumb Kim held the lighter steady so the fire ate into Jasons tender nipple. The searing hot fire sent the boy over the edge. He bucked and twisted and jerked as Kim charred his flesh. Lauren felt left out so she plucked the dangling cigarette from her lovers lips, took a quick hard drag then touched the glowing hot tip to the boys penis.  She started at the little notch between the shaft and the cock head. Lauren had done a rotation in urology. She knew the cock head was called the glans. But she preferred cock head. Glans was so neutral, so clinical. Cock head sounded naughty, it sounded fun.


    Kim pulled her lighter along Jasons chest to flip the cover and put out the flame. She managed to burn a line from his left tit to his right before the lid shut. She was an expert in manipulating the Zippo. If shed wanted she could have flipped the lighters cover much quicker than that. But she wanted to burn her soldier boy so she played with the Zippo. And played with the boy. With her hands free she could drape the breathing tubes over Jasons head and adjust the oxygen flow. They were going to snuff this boy but they wanted to keep him alive and aware as long as possible. Kim and Lauren knew the first kill was special. They wanted all the deliciously wicked emotions of snuffing a boy to last.


“Good job lover. Hes getting some color back in his cheeks. So babe, what do you want to do next?”


“Lets shoot him up with some Cialis. Its more fun to play with a hard dick. Weve got a syringe with the super fine needle dont we? So we can inject the drug straight into his penis?”


“Hey, I keep a full service pharmacy stocked for times like this. Of course I have the right needles Kimmie. Should we start him on an IV now? Once we start having some real fun with him hes going to go into shock. Lets get a central line going and push some atropine. Maybe even give our brave soldier some epinephrine. The stimulant should increase his sensitivity to pain. And make him more susceptible to paranoia and panic. God I like fucking with boys bodies. Aint modern medicine great.”  Lauren laughed.


“Hell, my Moms from India. Women in her culture have been torturing men for centuries. The natural drugs they use work magic too. But give me a hot coal to press to a boys prick, or a needle to stick under his fingernail, or a nice fat spiked stick to shove up his ass. Now thats whats great. I like the up close and personal kind of tortures, the intimate cruelty of my hand savaging his body.  I prefer the womans touch when it comes to snuffing a man.”


    The girls got a big laugh out of that. Jason not so much. Hed revived some once Kim got the nasal cannulas two prongs stuck up the boys nostrils. The low flow of oxygenated air was sufficient to keep him alert for now. Once they started to really hurt him they could use a mask on him if necessary. They were nurses. They had the equipment and knowledge to keep a boy alive though all kinds of trauma. They were cruel and wicked sadists too, so they also knew how to inflict maximum trauma as well. Jason was beginning to understand what kind of girls hed stopped to help. That understanding didnt help calm his nerves. If anything it made him worry even more.


    Jason didnt understand what was happening to him. He understood the pain, understood the damaged these crazy women were doing to him. What he didnt understand was why. Hed stopped to help him. And they repaid him by snatching him and bringing him here and torturing him and talking about killing him. It wasnt right. It wasnt fair. It wasnt what hed expected when the girls had invited him back to their place for a weekend hed remember the rest of his life.


     Lauren saw Jasons confusion and the hurt in his eyes. She laughed at him. She loved the mental anguish she caused her victims almost as much as she liked the physical torture. So she up the syringe with the Cialis in it and taunted him by waving it in front of his face and describing how she was going to inject it directly into his dick. She giggled when she told him the recommendation was for two dozen injections but she was going to do twice that many. So his cock would get harder faster than normal. Lauren smiled when she told him he might feel a little sting. Then she started on his prick, jabbing the needle up and down the length of the poor boys dick and pushing the plunger down just enough to inject the wonderful drug to where it would do her and Kim the most good.


    Kim lit another cigarette. She liked to torment boys mentally too. So she waved her still flaming Zippo over Jasons chest like she was going to burn his tits again. She didnt though. Not with her lighter. She just terrorized her boy for a minute or so then snapped the lid shut. And started using the hot tip of her Camel on his tits instead.


    The girls got into a wicked rhythm. Kim burned one of Jasons nipples then Lauren poked the needle in his cock and injected some Cialis. Kim burned the boy, Lauren pricked his prick. They laughed as they played. And got aroused by the way their preys face contorted in pain as they had their cruel fun. As the girls taunted the boy with descriptions of how they were going to torture and kill him they got increasingly excited. Their cruel taunts angered Jason at first then scared him as he came to understand that these sadistic women were really going to kill him. And what was worse, they were going to enjoy it. What kind of girls were they?


    Sure, hed killed men in combat. But that was survival. Hed shot the bad guys in self-defense. It was kill or be killed. He hadnt enjoyed it. He hadnt taken any pleasure in the actual killing. But with the two it was clear they were getting an enormous amount of pleasure from hurting him. The liked torturing him. They looked forward to snuffing out his life. They treated the whole thing as an adventure, as a lark, like it was some sort of delightful party for them. He didnt know how he knew this. Sure, they laughed as they tortured him and they talked about him as though he were no more than a piece of chocolate they intended to consume and  enjoy immensely even though in consuming it theyd have to destroy it. These girls were turned on by the prospect of killing him. Hurting him made them horny. Snuff was the ultimate sex for the girls. He knew it without being able to understand it.


    Jason didnt understand the physiology of it but he could see how their eyes sparkled when they talked about how they would kill him, he could see the way their cheeks flushed and their lips seemed fuller and redder and, so help him, more desirable. Jason didnt understand that last part, the part of him that was even more attracted to these cruel girls now that they were torturing him and planning on killing him than hed been back by that dusty road when hed fixed their flat tire. But he responded to the almost naked signs of lust and sexual arousal Kim and Laurens bodies were giving off. The animal part of his brain, the part that recoiled at the extreme pain these girls caused him also responded to the highly aroused state that torture put these girls in. He was both repelled and attracted to Kim and Lauren. Part of him desperately wanted them to stop but another part wanted them to keep him here with them forever. Even if forever for him proved to be measured in hours rather than decades.


    Within minutes of the last injection of Cialis into his tortured cock he got an erection. Lauren was stroking Jasons stiff dick. Her hand felt so good. The boy shut his eyes almost in pleasure as the girl slowly jerked him off. Kim burned his chest again. Jasons eyes popped open, his head jerked forward, reality intruded on his too brief little rest. The dark skinned girl had finished with her second cigarette. She stubbed it out on his tit. He had close to a hundred new burns on his chest. Even so, he didnt care about that just now. Lauren was still jacking him off. The girl knew how to play with a cock. Jason hadnt been this aroused in years. And Kim wasnt burning him anymore. He was still in pain from his recent torture but for right now neither girl was inflicting any more punishment on his poor worn out body. It felt good to be hard. It felt nice to have a woman hold his big hard prick and run her fingers up and down the shaft. Jason looked up at Lauren. A tear leaked out of the corner of his eye. He smiled at her. Maybe theyd relent, maybe theyd treat him right, maybe theyd let him go.


    They didnt of course. Lulling him into that false sense of safety and comfort was just another way to torment the boy. Kim lit another cigarette. She took a drag, handed the slender cylinder to her lover Lauren and blew her lung full of smoke in Jasons face. Some of it got past the clear plastic tubes stuck in his nose delivering the life giving oxygen he needed. Kim pulled the nasal cannula lose, blew more smoke up his nose. Jason coughed. The explosive movement of his chest aggravated the hundred or so fresh cigarette burns on his nipples and chest. It hurt. He screamed into the cock gag crammed down his throat. Kim laughed. Lauren touched the hot tip of the cigarette to the tip of his hard cock. Jason screamed again. Both girls giggled.


“Cuddle times over Jason honey. Time to experiment. Weve got this great new idea for using drain cleaner on a boy. The original idea is from a novel. A woman named Chelsea Cain wrote it. Its called Heartsick. She has the best description of this woman named Gretchen Lowell. She plays the most delightful games with a guy named Archie. Id let you read it but youre not going to live long enough to finish it. So why waste time, huh baby? Anyway, our friend Trish told us about the book. Tricia told us about how she tried out some of the books games on a boy she caught. She said it was a wonderful as Chelsea Cain described it. But we think weve made some improvements on the books method. Our way should let you live a lot longer. And suffer a lot more too. So, ready darlin? Ready to start wishing you were dead Jason honey?”


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