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 Betrayed by My Best Friend

   Alice and I had been best friends since grade school.  Oh we had our
disagreements but for the most part we got along extremely well.  That is
until we competed for the same man and I won.  Alice fell madly in love
with Bill and did everything in her power to land him, but I did even more.
And to be honest I did not fight fair.  Any chance I got I found some way
to make her look bad.  So when Bill and I finally got married, Alice
stopped talking to me altogether.

   Well, that was 20 years ago.  Bill and I have two wonderful children,
both of which are pretty well grown up, and a wonderful life together.  I
never expected to see Alice again but quite by accident we ran into each
other at a charity function.  After an awkward silence we finally shook
hands and agreed to meet for lunch and catch up on what had transpired
during the last 20 years.

   So a week later we sat across from each other at a small out of the way
restaurant.  We exchange small talk for a while and I discovered that Alice
had gotten married five years ago and was extremely happy with her new
life. We talked about what we were doing now and I discovered that Alice
and I had something in common and that was wanting to try and protect
animals.  In fact she mentioned that she was having an auction soon, to
raise money for a new animal shelter in her neighborhood.

   I asked her what kind of an auction and wondered if there was something
that I might be able to donate.  Well, she just started laughing.  She told
me that she did not think that my husband would want me donating to this
particular event and then she explained that it was a slave auction.

   Well, I guess my mouth hung open for a few seconds.  "A slave, auction?"
I asked.  "I have no idea what that is?"

   "It is quite simple, actually, I get volunteers from unmarried men and
women and they agree to auction off their services for a weekend.  It does
not have to involve sex but sometimes it does if the new owner and slave
hit it off.  Most of the time the slave just spends the weekend cleaning
house in the nude or giving cream rubs or foot massages.  Sometimes it gets
much more intense, involving bondage and discipline.  The kinkier the
activity requested the more the bid becomes.  We actually raise a lot of
money for the animals.  I think the last auction raised upwards of $10,000
dollars."

   "Wow, that is amazing, how did you get involved in something like that?"

   "I was approached by a woman I knew and she asked me to help her out in
raising some money for animals and of course I couldn't refuse her.  I
readily agreed before I really understood what was happening.  But I guess
you know that I have never been a prude and so when I ended up on the
auction block and realized exactly what they were bidding on I couldn't
bring myself to back out.  I was surprised when the closing bid for my
services was $500 and I saw the very handsome man that had purchased me.  I
spent the weekend, totally naked and at his beck and call.  It was so
demeaning but so sexually stimulating at the same time that just before the
weekend ended, I volunteered for some extra duty.  He accepted and
apparently liked what he got because a few weeks later he asked me to marry
him and I accepted.  I hope sometime that you and Bill can meet him."

   "I would love to and I am sure that Bill will as well.  So I see why you
don't think I can be apart of the auction, but is there anything else I
might be able to do to help out?"

   "I don't think so, at least not for this auction.  I do need servers
from time to time but I am pretty well, supplied with volunteers right now.
Maybe next time around you could help out."

   We parted company that day and I felt that we had almost washed away the
past.  She seemed genuinely happy with her life and seemed glad that
everything had worked out so well for Bill and I.

   I settled in to my normal routine of taking care of my family.  I did
have a full time job as a legal aide and so during the week I was kept
extremely busy.  But on the weekends, Bill and I found time to please one
another.  And then his schedule changed and I found myself more and more
alone for long stretches of time on the weekends.  For the most part the
kids had their own friends and except for coming home to sleep I never saw
them.  I was becoming rather bored and quite lonely so I was happy when I
got a call from Alice telling me that one of her servers had taken ill and
she could use my help if I was still willing.  I asked her what I needed to
do and she said I just needed to look my sexiest and to serve food and
drinks when the guests requested it.  And to make sure that I indeed looked
sexy, she would provide me with a French maid's uniform.  All I needed to
do was provide the undergarments that went under it and a pair of black
pumps with at least a 6-inch heel.

   I told her that I did not own such a pair of shoes, but since it was for
charity I would go out and purchase a pair.  She then told me that all of
the servers dressed identically and so I needed to make sure that I wore
garters and black hose and that panty hose was not allowed.  Something in
the back of my mind caused me to hesitate for a second but then I thought;
it is for charity.

   It had been a long time since I had worn garters so while I was out
shopping for my new heels, I stopped by a lingerie store as well.  I found
myself getting turned on just thinking about wearing some of this stuff and
so I ended up spending far more money than I had intended.  But when I
thought how happy Bill was going to be when he got an opportunity to see me
model it, I knew the money was well spent.

   When I arrived home from work on Friday night, I saw a package waiting
for me on my door stoop.  I immediately knew that this must be my uniform
for the party and so I took it inside and quickly opened it.  I was
flabbergasted to see not only how beautiful that uniform was but also how
short it was.  I knew that if I sat down or if I bent over, not only would
my garters be visible but my panties would be as well.  And that
necessitated that I trim some hair that I normally would not.  I spent the
next hour bathing myself and preparing my hair and make up.  By the time I
was ready to dress the hour was getting late.  So I quickly got dressed and
made my way out the door.  I had never been to Alice's but it was only a
short drive away.  When I pulled into the drive, I was amazed at all the
high-end automobiles that were parked around the premises.  And I was also
amazed at the size of Alice's house.  She must have done exceedingly well
in her marriage.

   I found a place to park and hurried to the front door only to find a
surely doorman waiting for me, who informed me that servers were to enter
the rear of the house.  And he pointed to a walk that led around the side.
Being already late, I moved as quickly as one can in 6-inch heels.  I
knocked at the back door and Alice herself opened it immediately.  She had
a frown on her face and she pulled me roughly into the house.

   "Karen, for god's sake, you had me worried that you were not going to
make it tonight.  I have a full complement of guests and I need every
server I can get.  Let's get you started but first there is one more piece
of your uniform that you will need." She went to a cupboard and pulled out
what looked like a dog collar.  She told me to hold my hair out of place
and then fastened it around my neck.  It seemed strange enough wearing a
dog collar but this one was particularly so as I could feel little metal
strips that were placed across my throat and the sides of my neck and there
was a small metal box that hung down in front.

   I started to object asking her why I needed to wear a dog collar.  She
got a little exasperated with me and said, "I told you this was a slave
auction.  And even though you are just a server you still have to look the
part.  All the girls are wearing the same thing.  Now grab a tray of
appetizers and get out there and circulate.  When your tray starts to get
low, come back and get another one.  And if any of the guests asks you to
bring them anything, do so as quickly as possible.

   Well, I was kept busy running back and forth to the kitchen all night
long.  As I made my rounds I was amazed at how many people were there that
I knew.  I saw my boss, who shook his head in wonder at me.  I saw several
acquaintances that I had met at various functions and the biggest shock was
when I handed a drink to my mother-in-law.  "Why, Karen," she said.  "You
are just full of surprises.  Does Bill know that you are here, with a slave
collar around your neck?"

   "He knows I am helping out a friend at a charity event.  He obviously
has not seen the collar.  I did not know it was part of the uniform when I
agreed to help out."

   "Well, dear, you look lovely.  I can't wait for the opportunity to have
a longer chat with you but I am sure you have to get back to work.  Call me
soon."

   I had not even had time to take a short break and my feet were killing
me.  So, when Alice finally announced that the auction was going to begin
and for all the guests were to find seats in the large auditorium I was
relieved almost to the point of crying.  And as the guests took their seats
one of the other servers came over and led me to an area along one wall
where there was only one chair.  I looked at her a little confused and she
said that Alice had requested that I stay and help clean up, but that I
could sit and rest here until I was needed.  The rest of the servers then
left.

   I was completely confused by this turn of events.  Why would I, the
least experienced server be asked to stay while the others went home?

   And then the auction started.  The first item up for bid was a beautiful
girl with long dark hair.  She wore nothing on her body except for a white
bra and panty set and white high heels.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, this ravishing young thing has agreed to be
someone's slave for the rest of the weekend.  She has agreed to do anything
requested of her with the exception of intercourse.  I am sure that you can
see a lot of room for interpretation as to exactly what that means, so I am
going to start the bidding at $1,000 dollars.  I saw someone's hand
immediately shoot up and then an actual auctioneer took over driving the
bidding higher and higher until she was sold for $2200.

   "The next slave up for bid is Marc Taylor.  As you can see he is in very
good shape.  Look at that six-pack!  And don't you just wonder what else he
has in those tiny little shorts he is wearing?  Oh wait, I think I can see
it trying to peak out of the edges.  And incidentally he has agreed to
absolutely anything for the entire weekend.  Who wants to start the bidding
at say $5,000?

   I was amazed as I watched them troop up to the platform one after
another to agree to be sold to the highest bidder.  I wondered what it
would be like to be forced to serve a stranger for an entire evening, but
the thought was not one that caused me to become excited.  It was the
complete opposite and I cringed thinking what they would be forced to do. I
must have drifted off, because the next time I looked up the stage was
empty except for Alice.  I figured the auction must be over so I stood and
started to leave.

   "Not so fast, slave," I heard Alice say into the microphone.

   I had no idea she was talking to me and so I kept walking a few more
steps when a powerful shock hit my throat and the sides of my neck,
stopping me in my tracks.

   "Would a couple of you please retrieve our errant guest and bring her to
the platform?"

   I was still confused when I felt two sets of strong hands gripping my
arms on either side and beginning to lead me back toward Alice.  An icy
fear started to form in my stomach and I tried to pull away but their hold
was like being in a vise.

   "Let me go," I screamed.  "I am not one of your sick volunteers.  Let me
go or I will have you all arrested." And then I felt another shock hit my
neck and this one was sustained to the point where I almost passed out.  I
tried to cry out but my vocal chords were frozen and I could not utter even
a mild protest.

   I was forced onto the platform and dragged between two metal posts.  The
men holding me produced two sets of metal restraints but before they could
put them on me, Alice again spoke.

   "Ok, slut, you have felt the zap of your collar.  That was on a mild
setting, would you like to feel it turned all the way up?"

   "God, no, please don't hurt me anymore," I begged.

   "Then you better put the best smile you can find onto your face, look
directly into the camera and read what is written on the card I am holding
up.  If you so much as hesitate I will shock you hard enough to drive you
to your knees.  Then when you have recovered we will start over.  And we
will keep following that same cycle until I am satisfied that anyone
watching this tape will believe that you are making the statement of your
own volition.  Now, I want you to study the card and read it through in
your mind.  When you are sure you can make a convincing tape, nod your head
and we will get started."

   Well, I read the card and was completely shocked.  I knew that if I did
as she asked that anyone that saw that tape would believe that I was a
whore out to make money for myself.  It would be extremely hard for me to
go to the police and convince them that I was anything but a prostitute
that allowed things to go a little too far and was now trying to cry rape.
I steeled myself the best I could and nodded my head.

   I looked directly into the camera and began reading in my most
convincing voice, "I Karen Anderson would like to thank everyone here for
your generous donations to the Animal Rescue Fund.  I know that many of you
have dipped deep into your wallets and purses but now it is time to ask you
for donations for another purpose.  I am in need of a little extra cash,
myself.  And so I offer myself to you, for your enjoyment.  And in return
maybe you will help me by being generous with your money.  I have posted a
price schedule on the bulletin board, so if you are interested you can find
me before you leave.  I am sure you will find my fees to be extremely low
for what I offer.  For instance oral sex, giving or receiving is just $10.
And I always swallow.  A bare back fuck will cost you $40.  I thank you in
advance."

   The camera was then turned off so that the tape could be locked safely
away to be used later in case I did not follow instructions.  And then
Alice addressed the group.

   "Before you hook her up, please take off the Maid's dress.  That belongs
to me and I see no reason to have it ruined by being cut off of her.  Here
let me help you with that."

   She came over and pulled the dress up over my head and had the men
release one of my arms so that she could pull it out of the sleeve.  Then
that hand was again gripped and the other released.  I was soon standing in
just my black bra, black garter, black thong and hose and heels.  My arms
were then stretched upwards and secured to metal rings in each post.  They
had pulled me high enough so that the only thing touching the ground was
just my tiptoes.  While my feet had been suffering before, I had not
experienced pain until my toes started to cramp and soon my entire legs
were on fire.

   "Now, ladies and gentlemen, here is the last item up for bids.  I am
sure you can see that she isn't in as good shape as any that has gone
before her so I don't expect to get too much for her.  But, as an added
bonus, she has not agreed to do anything and I know for a fact that she is
a complete prude, so it should be entertaining to see what wonderful
degrading things you can force upon her for the rest of the weekend.  Does
anyone want to bid for the privilege of cutting off her bra?"

   "I will bid $50 dollars," a male voice announced.

   "That is more than generous.  $50 is a lot of money just for the
privilege of baring this skanks breasts.  Come on up."

   And I almost died when I discovered that the bidder was Mr.  Winters, my
boss.

   He took a pair of sheers and proceeded to cut the straps off of my
shoulders and then cut the center of my bra down the middle so that he
could pull it off of my breasts.  He then grabbed my left breast in his big
hand and began squeezing and twisting it until the tears streamed down my
face.

   "Please, Alice, why are you doing this to me?"

   "You know why, slut.  I have waited for this moment for 20 years and I
am going to enjoy watching you suffer all weekend.  Oh I see your
mother-in-law is about to leave, say goodbye."

   When I didn't answer, Alice again pushed the button that activated my
collar and I screamed silently.  And I heard her say, "Don't worry Norma, I
will make sure you get the full tape of Karen's performance.  Maybe, you
would like to share it with your son some evening."

   "Now, who wants to bid on cutting her panties off?"

   That item brought $25 and my garters brought another $20 and my nylons
went for $5.  Someone even bought my shoes for $10.  So shortly I was
standing completely nude.  The outfit that I had spent well over $200
dollars for was for the most part laying in a pile completely ruined.

   "Now that she is ready to be used and abused, does anyone want to bid
for the pleasure of whipping this bitch?  I'll tell you what, in order to
speed things along, why don't all who are interested in this activity
please line up to my left.  I will set the price at 1 dollar per stroke. 
That way you can whip her all you want and it won't cause your wallets or
purses to suffer.  I have in my hand two tawses.  These were specially made
for me with six heavy strands instead of two.  I assure you that when you
strike her with one of these she will begin to sway.  There is room for two
of you, one in front of her and one in back.  Let's have a competition to
see who can make her sway the farthest without touching her with any thing
but the whips.  So now release her arms from the side poles and tie them
together and use the winch to pull her up off her toes so her body can
swing freely.  Let's start with two women.  And so she doesn't know when
the blows will come here is a blindfold, please make sure she can see
nothing.

   I was already raised off the floor and my arms were painfully stretched
to the limit.  I was having trouble breathing as the pressure was causing
my rib cage to constrict.  I had heard that people could actually suffocate
this way and I was beginning to panic even before the blindfold was put
over my eyes and secured in place.

   Very soon I heard a loud swoosh and then whap and pain exploded across
my entire ass.  I felt myself sway slightly away from the blow and then
another swoosh, whap and even worse pain erupted across my stomach and the
front of my hips.  I screamed and I heard Alice say, "again, harder.  Make
the cunt swing.  And they did.  Blow after horrible blow landed and I was
soon swinging to the rhythm of the whips.

   "Harder, mark the bitch."

   And then I passed out.  I don't know if they continued to beat me while
I hung there unconscious or not but when I woke up to the smell of ammonia
being held under my nose, I was no longer hanging, but instead I was
encased in an old fashioned pillory.  I was bent at the waste and my head
and arms were captured in the wooden structure.  But this device also had
something added.  A beam protruded out under my belly so that I had no
choice but to hold my ass out at an inviting angle.  And I knew that I was
low enough so that a man of normal height would have no problem fucking me
standing up.  The only redeeming factor was that my head was held in such a
position that my mouth was pointed down at the ground and I figured that it
would be difficult for them to get at my lips.  I soon found out that was a
mistake on my part.

   "She is awake so please step up and fuck the bitch.  Don't bother to
lubricate her.  I want her to be dry-fucked in whichever hole you choose to
use.  It may be uncomfortable for you for a little while but the added
friction will make it worth the effort.

   And then someone stepped up behind me grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled
them apart and inserted the head of his cock into the entrance of my pussy.
With no preliminaries, what so ever, he shoved with all his might and the
full length of his cock tore into my canal.  The pain was excruciating and
I screamed and screamed.  My distress seemed to drive him to greater
efforts and he was soon slamming himself, in and out, driving even deeper
until I could feel his balls slapping my ass.  And as I opened my mouth to
scream even louder my hair roughly pulled my head back and a giant cock was
pushed into my mouth.  He did not even hesitate to let me get adjusted
before he slammed the tip of his cock down my throat.  I started to gag but
nothing could come up past that thick piece of meat blocking the entrance
to my esophagus.  He held his hips still against my lips and allowed me to
stop panicking and I began to be able to breathe through my nose.  And then
he began to stroke slowly in an out, fucking my mouth as he would if he was
in my cunt.

   And by now, my cunt was actually lubricate, but with what I did not
know. I certainly had not achieved any level of excitement, so it may have
been his pre-cum or perhaps blood from my torn insides but in any event he
was sliding in and out.  And I knew very soon that I would be lubricated
with his jism.  Neither man seemed to want to take time and really enjoy
what they were doing so within a few minutes I felt cum shoot out of each
of them.  While I was almost grateful for the load in my cunt as it would
lubricate me for who ever came after but the one in my mouth was vile
tasting and although I knew I did not want to anger anyone by not
swallowing, it was the most disgusting thing I had ever done.

   But I did not have time to think about it, as they had no sooner pulled
out than another cock was pushed between my lips.  And although Alice had
told them not to lubricate themselves the one behind me did wipe his cock
across the wet lips of my pussy to get some juice onto his cock head before
he inserted it into my ass.  I had never been penetrated in that hole
before, although my husband had tried to get me to let him a few times. 
And I soon learned why I had refused him.  The pain was incredible as my
sphincter muscle was roughly stretched to allow more and more of his cock
to enter me.  I know that I would have screamed but with a cock pushed deep
down your throat not much sound comes out.  I could feel fluid in my rectum
and this time I had no doubt that my own blood caused it as small veins and
capillaries had ruptured when that huge cock was shoved into my ass with no
mercy.

   I don't know how many cocks entered my various holes before my mind
finally shut down.  I do know that my stomach was full of cum as were my
cunt and asshole.  Finally most of the men must have been sated as I was
left alone for a few minutes to regain some composure.

   I felt the stocks being lifted off of my hands and neck and hoped that
my ordeal was finally over, but I did not realize that the men were not the
only ones that wanted to use my.  I was dragged roughly upright and forced
a little ways across the room where a padded bench was set up.  I was
forced to lie down with my head just protruding off the end of the bench. I
was almost grateful of being able to stretch out onto something when I
realized that the bench was covered with sharp protruding objects that I
could only assume were the tips of nails or tacks of some kind.  And as I
was secured with tight straps across my chest and hips I could do nothing
but suffer their intrusion into my skin.

   And then I felt legs brushing the sides of my cheeks and I smelled the
unmistakable odor of excited pussy.  I had never been with a woman but I
knew that was going to be rectified.  And then I felt her lower her cunt
down onto my mouth.  Without even being told I began to lick her wet smelly
slit.  "Wow," I heard someone say.  "This whore really likes eating beaver.
I did not even have to tell her and she dove right in.  You ladies are in
for a real treat she is a great cunt lapper.  And she ground her hips even
harder against my mouth.

   By this time I had made up my mind that I would do everything I could to
make my tormentors happy.  And perhaps if I did a good enough job that they
would show a little bit of mercy.  So as each woman took her place I drove
my tongue as deep into their slits as I could and worked my tongue as much
as possible against their clits.  For the next hour or so my motto became
slits and clits.  And not one woman left my mouth until she had her body
wracked by at least one huge orgasm.

   Finally Alice announced that it was time to clean me up.  I was untied
and allowed to get off the bench.  I suppose I should have tried to escape
once I was free, but where was I going to go.  I was naked, my legs were
weak and I was bleeding from my back and rectum.  And the idea of trying to
fight anyone to get to a door leading outside just did not have an appeal.

   Alice led me over to an area with a concrete floor with a drain in the
center.  There was another hook hanging down from a beam that crossed the
section and once again my hands were tied and connected to the hook.

   "Pull her up far enough so that she can stand with her toes on the
floor. I don't want her to be able to hurt herself when I start to
disinfect her wounds.  You folks did a marvelous job with the taws.  Her
back and front is cut up pretty well.  I am sure she will have scars for a
long time.  But I think we should make sure that her bowels are taken care
of.  Would one of you bring that enema bottle and someone else get a quart
of tequila to put in it.  I am sure that should work wonders to seal any
wounds in her rectal tract."

   Shortly after that I felt a small hose being inserted into my anal
opening.  "I am going to release the flow now and you better clench your
ass muscles and hold all of it in."

   Liquid fire erupted inside my rectum and as hard as I tried I could not
stop some from leaking out.  But as soon as the hose was removed, a huge
plug was shoved into my ass and secured with some type of harness and then
I was left to hang with my inside screaming with burning pain.

   "We will just leave her there until that has time to fully work."

   I must have passed out from the pain because the next thing I knew I
came violently awake with the smell of ammonia under my nose.

   "No fair bitch," Alice said.  "You don't get to nap until you have
absorbed all that wonderful alcohol into your system.  And then we will use
some more as a douche to clean out your cunt as well.  She doesn't seem to
be trashing around too much so maybe the pain as gone down enough so she
can feel something in another area.  Bring me another bottle and a sponge.
She then covered the sponge with tequila and used it to bathe my back and
hips.  The alcohol immediately started to burn in all the tender areas
where the whip had landed and I screamed and screamed and screamed.  And as
soon as that fire had died down, she repeated the process with my tits and
belly.  She made sure that the sponge was wet enough so that a small amount
of the fiery liquid ran down my front and made contact with the lips of my
pussy.  That was just a hint of the pain that area was to suffer.  For soon
the enema bag was refilled with another quart and the hose inserted into my
vagina and pushed as far as it could go.  When it was obvious that it was
almost inside my womb, she again released the flow so that I could scream
as the tenderest area of my body was subjected to the acid like burns of
the liquor.

   This time when I passed out they did not bother to revive me.  But
apparently they did not leave me hanging there either for when I awoke that
time I was in a large dog crate all by myself in the middle of the concrete
floor.  I was still in considerable pain, especially inside of my cunt and
ass but at least it was tolerable.  I had no way of telling what time of
day it was as there were no clocks in the room and the room had no windows.
It was impossible for me to lie down fully so I was curled into a fetal
position and unable to move from it.  My arms and legs were cramped and I
cried out for someone to come and release me so that I could stretch.  No
one came and the hours passed in agony.

   And then the worst indignity struck.  I began to realize that I needed
to relieve my bladder.  I had suffered so much pain that only when I was
totally distended did I recognize the signs that I had to urinate and that
there was no way I was going to be able to hold it in.  So I relaxed the
best I could and released a steady stream of piss.  It had nowhere to go
except under my body and I lay in my own liquid waste until Alice finally
decided to come for me.

   "Oh, my God," she exclaimed.  "The little bitch pissed herself.  I
always knew that she was a disgusting slut, but this takes the cake. 
Ralph, grab the hose from the wall.  I need to spray her off before I touch
her."

   And spray she did.  The water was ice cold and I tried to curl up more
to avoid it but Alice just kept moving around the cage until she was
satisfied that the urine had been washed from the cage and my body.

   She then opened the cage door and left.  She did not even try to help me
out and it took me a long time with my muscles cramped the way they were to
pull myself out of the cage and onto the cold cement floor.  Shortly I felt
a huge fan start up and the cold air attacking my wet body.  I had never
been so cold in my life.  It did not take long for me to air dry and as
soon as I felt the last of the water dissipate the fan stopped.

   I noticed that there was nothing stopping me from moving around so I
started looking for some way out of that basement.  I came to a set of
stairs and started climbing.  At the top was a door that I assumed would be
locked but I tried the knob and to my surprise it opened.  No one stopped
me as I entered the living area of the house.  I smelled coffee coming from
somewhere to my right and I gravitated that way.  I did not know how long
it had been since I had eaten and my stomach was cramping in anticipation.
In addition I now recognized that I was extremely thirsty.  As I entered a
hallway, I noticed a tall grandfather clock.  It told me that it was 2
o'clock but I did not know if that was 2 p.m.  or 2 a.m.  But from the
light in the upper house, it must have been 2p.m.  and I began to panic
realizing that I had been gone for nearly 24 hours and my husband would be
frantic by this time.

   I found Alice sitting at a breakfast bar in a large dining area.  She
looked up as I entered and said, "Well, I see you have found your way
upstairs.  How have you enjoyed your stay here so far?"

   "What do you mean so far." I asked.  "Surely there isn't anything more
that you can do to me.  I have been raped in every hole possible, whipped
until I have scars front and back and have had liqueur injected into my
bowels and cunt.  And much of it in front of people I know.  Let's see,
rape, pain and humiliation.  No I think that covers the gamut."

   "Oh, Karen, it is plain you do not understand my hatred for you.  There
is so much more to do, before you are completely broken.  But you are free
to leave, if you want.  I just want to show you a few pictures before you
go."

   "I don't want to see any pictures.  I am sure you took a lot of them
last night and you plan to try and blackmail me with them, but that is not
going to work.  Every picture you could have taken would show that I was an
unwilling participant.  And even with the tape that made it look like I was
a prostitute, those other pictures would show how I was coerced.  You are
going to spend a very long time in prison for what you have done to me."

   "Karen, Karen, Karen," she started.  "The pictures I want to show you
are not of you.  They are of your daughter, Chelsea.  And by the way your
husband has been calling nonstop on your cell phone.  Of course I did not
answer it.  But I did read one or two of his texts.  It seems he is really
worried that no one knows where Chelsea is."

   She then shoved a glossy 8x10 picture in front of my face.  It showed my
daughter in a dog cage just like the one I was kept in last night.  And I
could clearly see tears running down her face.

   "You cruel, heartless, bitch," I spit.  "I am going to kill you with my
bare hands.  Where is my daughter and what have you done to her?"

   "Your daughter will be released in due time.  That is if you do exactly
what you are told.  If on the other hand you decide not to cooperate or you
decide to involve the authorities, what you went through last night will
seem like a walk in the park to Chelsea.  Do you get the picture?"

   "I understand what you are saying but even if I wanted to obey your
instructions, there is no way I could pull it off.  I am sure Bill has
already called the police.  There is nothing I could do to stop that." "Oh,
I think there is.  I had a text message sent to your phone from Chelsea's.
It says that she is going to go out of town with a man she met at a party.
She asked you to understand and to not try to reach her as her phone will
be turned off and the gps deactivated.  She is safe and is just looking to
have some fun for a change.  On second thought I am just going to have that
same text sent to his phone.  If he has called the police I am sure he will
show it to them."

   "And you think that Bill is just going to accept that?  And what am I
supposed to tell him about where I have been for the last 24 hours, or how
I got whip marks covering my entire body, or how I ended up totally naked
with my clothes cut to ribbons?"

   "You are going to call Bill and tell him that you are extremely sorry,
but you have been seeing another man for the past six months and you have
finally decided to move in with him.  You are going to tell him that this
man is much better endowed than he is and that you could never go back to
fucking a man with such a small dick.  And you will tell him in those exact
words."

   I broke down and started bawling.  I was so depressed that I wanted to
die.  I could see no way out of the situation and I knew that I was about
to lose everything.

   "Why are you doing this to us?  I know you think you were wronged when I
took Bill from you, but that was 20 years ago.  You are married to a very
wealthy man and apparently one that loves you enough to join you in your
sadistic games.  Why isn't that enough.  And why do you want to hurt the
rest of my family?"

   "You are right about my husband, he is more than willing to help me out
with you.  In fact he was one of those who whipped your ass until it was
raw.  But he also pointed out that it was not just you that wronged me.  I
had never given much thought to Bill's roll in this whole thing until he
pointed it out to me.  Taking Chelsea and having you leave Bill was his
idea.  So are you going to make that phone call to Bill, or am I going to
make one to the location where Chelsea is being held?"

   "I will make the call," I said.

   "Bill, this is Karen.  I just wanted you to know that I am all right.  I
got a text from Chelsea saying she was going away with some man she met. 
Do you know anything about that?"

   "I just got the same text myself.  I was worried sick about her but I
guess she is Ok.  But where in hell have you been?"

   "I am sorry Bill.  I should have told you a long time ago but I have
been having an affair for the last 6 months.  I just could not stand living
without a decent sized cock in my cunt.  I won't be coming home again. 
There is no point.  I have everything I want with my new man.  Goodbye
Bill."

   And I hung up before he could reply.  As my phone started to ring again,
I took the back off the phone and removed the battery.

   "You are such a good little slut.  You did well.  Would you like to have
a little something to eat, now?  You need to keep up your energy you know."

   "I am hungry." I said.

   "Okay, then, get down on your knees and crawl over to the dog bowl in
the corner.  I will get you a nice can of Alpo."

   "You must be out of your mind, I can't eat dog food."

   "Oh, but you will because everything you refuse to do for me, Chelsea
will be forced to do." And she reached for her phone.

   "No, please wait," I said as I sank you my knees.  I began crawling to
the dish.  Alice brought a can of dog food to me and spooned it out into
the bowl.  As soon as it was full she forced my face down into it and said,
"Now, lap it up like a good little dog.  And remember, dogs don't use their
hands.  I hope you don't mind the crusty texture on the outside of the
bowl. My dog never seems to lick it quite clean enough.  I hope you do
better."

   I started to gag and I knew that I was going to throw up at that point
but she rushed to me and shoved a rag in my mouth and pulled my head back.
You better learn to keep it down Bitch otherwise it is not going to be
pretty.  Breath through your nose until it settles and then swallow it back
down."

   I managed to get control of myself and she again shoved my head into the
bowl and I continued eating until the bowl was empty.  She then instructed
me to lick the sides and bottom until she was satisfied that I had softened
and removed all the dried crusts that her dog had left behind.  She then
refilled the bowl and called her dog into the room for his breakfast.  She
forced me to stay on my hands and knees and watch as her dog finished and
left.  She then told me to again lick the sides and bottom clean.

   I was just finishing up when her husband walked into the room.  "I see
you are training your new dog.  Did she eat all of her food?"

   "Yes and licked the bowl clean both after she ate and after Rusty ate.
Do you think she deserves something to drink, now?"

   "Yes, and I have just the thing.  We will need to get another dish for
Rustys' water.  I don't want him drinking after her." He then walked over
to where the water bowl sat, picked it up and emptied it into the sink.  He
then took his cock out of his sweat pants and aimed it at the bowl.  With a
sigh he emptied his bladder into the bowl, wiped his cock dry on my hair
and sat the bowl down in front of me.  "Now stick your mouth into that bowl
and suck up every drop of my piss.  And you better learn to like the taste
because that is all you will ever get to drink again."

   I did as he directed.  It was all I could do to keep from bringing it
back up.  I looked up from my knees to Alice to find out what she wanted
from me next.  She addressed me, "Okay I think you have a small idea of
where you stand in this household.  You are lower than shit on the bottom
of a boot.  You will do what you are told and when you are told.  If
someone wants to use you in any way, you will oblige them.  Am I crystal
clear?"

   "Yes, Alice, I understand."

   "From now on you will address me as Mistress and you will address my
husband as Master.  Any other female you come in contact with you will
address as Madam or Ma-am and any other male as Sir.  Is that clear?"

   "Yes, Mistress, that is clear."

   "Ok, I am done with you for the day.  Go out the back door and you will
find a small cottage.  It hasn't been used for some time so you may want to
open all the windows and the door to air it out.  It has it's own running
water and toilet and shower, so you will not have to enter this house again
for anything.  Oh, I almost forgot to mention it but there is no hot water
tank so you need to get used to taking cold showers.

   I will set a case of dog food out on the back porch along with your
bowl. Every morning and every evening you will feed one can to Rusty and
wait until her finishes eating.  If he leaves anything uneaten in the bowl
you will lick that clean and then open a can of dog food for yourself. 
Make sure that the bowl is empty and licked clean.  You will not be allowed
to eat any other food.  And just in case you get the idea of dumping out
your food or disposing of it in some way, there are cameras installed all
over the property.  You will be under constant surveillance.  Any
infractions of the rules will cause Chelsea to be severely punished.  And
of course we will supply you with a fresh jug of piss.  You can drink as
much as you like, but you are required to drink two full bowls each day. 
Don't even think of trying to get water in your mouth when you take a
shower.  Now, go get your hut in order so that you can get some sleep.  You
are going to need your strength.

   I went out back and found the cottage she mentioned.  True to her word,
when I opened the door I was assaulted by a moldy disgusting smell.  I left
the door open and went and opened the two small windows on either side of
the main room.  I noticed that there were no light fixtures of any kind so
anything that I was going to do in that cabin would have to be done during
the day.

   I looked around and found a small closet.  Inside there was an old
fashioned broom and a mop pail.  Taking the broom I began sweeping the
cobwebs that seemed to hang from every corner of the room.  When I was
reasonably sure that the main room was clear of spiders, I opened the door
to what I figured was the bedroom.

   It was a room that could be used to sleep I guess.  It had an old thin
mattress in the corner on the dirt floor.  There were no sheets or pillows
so I knew that I would not be getting any comfortable sleep for as long as
I was here.  I looked for the shower that she said was part of the deal but
I did not find one.  Only when I went out the door and around back did I
see a pipe with a showerhead attached out in the open.  If I used that as a
shower I would be in plain sight of anyone that passed by.  I had no watch
or any other way of telling time but I could tell from the way the light
was fading that it was late in the evening.

   Not wanting to miss my assignment, I found the dog food, opened a can
and called Rusty.  He came wagging his tail and rubbing up against my leg
as he started to eat.  He cleaned the dish quite thoroughly but I got down
on my knees and licked it clean regardless.  I then open a second can and
put it in the bowl and began eating.

   "Well, look at that, Mel.  The Mistress has got herself another dog. 
Doesn't she look good eating out of that bowl?  And look they left her a
jug of tea.  Isn't that nice of them.  Maybe I'll have a little drink of
that myself."

   He walked over and picked up the jug, lifted the lid and started to pour
a little into his mouth, when he abruptly spit it out and gagged.  "Jesus
Christ, Mel, that ain't no tea.  That is piss."

   "Really, is that for you to drink Miss?"

   "Yes, sir, I am allowed two cans of dog food a day and all the piss I
can drink.  But I would be happy to share with you if you would like?"

   The man walked over to me and backhanded me across the face.  I fell to
the floor and he kicked me in the stomach with his rubber boot.

   "No fucking piss drinking slut is going to speak to me like that.  Now
get up on your knees and open your mouth." I did as I was told and he
unbuttoned his fly and took out his cock.  He aimed it straight at my mouth
and began to unleash his flow.  He must not have urinated for some time
because my stomach was full and sloshing by the time he stopped.

   "What do you think, Mel, should we give the little whore a good fucking
before we retire?"

   "Sure why not," Mel said.  "Get down on your hands and knees and spread
your legs, cunt."

   I did as he said and he quickly got on his knees behind me and speared
his cock into my pussy with no lubrication.  The pain was incredible as I
was stretched and torn by being dry-fucked.  Fortunately he did not have a
lot of stamina and soon shot his load deep inside me.  He pulled out,
walked around in front of me and shoved his wet slimy cock into my face and
told me to clean it.  I opened my mouth and began licking starting from the
base to the head.  The smell was disgusting and I soon learned that these
guys did not spend a lot of time on hygiene.  I was not even finished with
him when his friend positioned himself behind me and rammed his cock into
my asshole.  I felt it tear and blood begin to flow as he pounded in and
out.

   I was crying profusely and a small scream escaped my mouth when all of a
sudden the attack stopped.  I couldn't quite believe that these two would
cease before they had emptied their balls but then I heard the low growl
coming from behind me.  I turned my head and saw the most wonderful sight.
Rusty was approaching the men with his teeth bared and a snarl coming out
of his throat.  Well those guys took off without even fastening their
flies. Rusty followed for just a few feet and then turned and came back to
me.  He put his big head against my shoulder.  I just grabbed his head and
held him tight against me for the longest time feeling happy that I had
finally found a friend in this hostile place.

   I crawled into the hut and flopped down on the old mattress and fell
almost immediately asleep.  I was so exhausted that even though I was cold
and miserable I did not wake up until I felt a rubber boot kick me in the
ass.  Just a small amount of light was coming in through the window so I
figured it was early morning.  Sleep did not want to leave me so I tried to
curl up in a ball and close my eyes.  Then the boot kicked me even harder.
And a big hand grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet.

   "It is time to go to work cunt.  There is a lot of horseshit to shovel
and I am told that you are the one assigned to shovel it.  I will give you
15 minutes to eat your dog food and drink a bowl of piss and then you
better be ready for work."

   I hadn't been told anything about my work assignment but I had been told
that I was to obey anyone that ordered me to do something.  So I dished a
bowl of food for Rusty and gave him a call.  When he did not show up, I got
down on my knees and ate it myself and licked the bowl clean.  I then
poured a full bowl of piss and lapped it up.

   I made my way to the stables and found two wheelbarrows waiting beside a
large pile of horse dung.  A pitchfork stood against the wall.  I did not
have to be a genius to figure out what I was supposed to do so I picked up
the fork and started filling the wheelbarrows with dung.  As soon as one of
the barrows was filled one of the men would come and wheel it out of the
stables and I would begin working on filling the second.  Before the second
was filled the first had returned.  This went on for the entire course of
the day and I was filthy and exhausted when they finally told me I could
quit.

   I limped back to my shack, with every muscle in my body screaming for me
to stop and lay down.  I did not even have the energy to wash or eat.  I
just flopped down on the old mattress and closed my eyes.

   When I awoke the next morning to the kick of a rubber-toed boot, I
noticed that about half of the dog food was missing.  Apparently Alice and
her husband had decided that I was not competent enough to feed their dog.
Or perhaps the novelty had worn off.  I stumbled outside and got under the
shower and turned the ice-cold water onto my aching body.  It did not work
as well as a nice hot bath would have but it did revive me enough so that I
could stretch and move.

   I thought of eating a bowl of dog food but my stomach just would not
allow me to nor could I bring myself to drink any more piss.  As sorry as I
was for any pain I might cause Chelsea, my mind and body were telling me
that enough was enough.

   I went back into the shack and lay back down on the mattress.  If they
wanted me to work today, they would have to physically drag me out to that
stable.  But no one came and I was allowed to rest.  I lay there all day
and all night and no one bothered with me.  When I finally got up off that
mattress, I again went outside, turned on the water and allowed it to run
over my skin.  In an outright act of rebellion, I turned my face up and
allowed the cold water to run into my mouth.  I drank until I was sated.

   Late that afternoon, Alice came out and told me that she was almost
finished with me.  I just had one more party to attend and then I could go
home, if I had a home to go to.  She led me into the house and took me into
a guest bathroom where a hot bubble bath was already prepared.  She helped
me in and allowed me to soak until the water was just about cold.  She then
told me to wash and dry my hair and even gave me an electric toothbrush and
told me to use as much toothpaste as I needed to get my mouth cleaned out.

   I figured that the worst was now over and I looked forward to being
released.  I did not know if Bill would accept me back or not, but just
being able to leave this place would be a blessing.  In the worst-case
scenario, I knew where there was a woman's shelter that I could sleep at
for a few nights.  And, they would even provide me with clean food and
water.

   When I was finally cleaned and dried and several days of scum removed
from my teeth, I went out into the main room.  There on the bed was another
French Maid's uniform including the normal skimpy undergarments.  Without
hesitation I started to get dressed.  After spending several day totally
naked and wallowing in horse dung putting on nylon and satin garments was
like a trip to the pearly gates.  Only when I saw the shoes did I have
second thoughts.  The heels were a good 6 inches and came down to a pencil
thin point.  I knew that walking in them was going to be difficult and I
suspected I would be required to serve wearing them as well.  But the
thought that this was my last night in hell brought me some consolation and
so I slipped my feet into the shoes and inspected myself in the long mirror
on the closet door.  I was shocked to see how gaunt and wrinkled my face
was and I noticed that I had lost so much weight that the skin on my arms
was sagging.  I knew that my recovery time was going to be long once I was
free.

   Alice came in and gave me a once over and smiled.  God, you look like
hell.  I doubt that anyone is going to want to fuck you tonight, or anytime
soon for that matter.  She attached my collar and instructed me that I was
going to be serving the guests tonight much as I had the first night that I
arrived here.  She then led me out into the large hall that she used for
parties and pointed me to the serving trays.  As I made my way around the
room, I heard many comments about how bad I looked and how Alice had
obviously worked me over.

   It was late in the evening and my feet were killing me when Alice
stepped to the microphone and asked if there was anyone here that wanted to
fuck my worthless cunt.  One man actually stood up and said, "I don't know,
her cunt was nice and tight the other night when I fucked her, but she
looks so old and used that I don't think I could get it up.  Maybe if you
threw a flag over her head I could fuck for old glory.

   "Well, her cunt won't be tight when I get through with it tonight.  When
I am finished not even a stallion's cock would brush her sides.  Get over
here and lay down in the middle of the concrete floor, bitch."

   I was terrified of what she was going to do, but I knew I had little
option at refusal.  If I tried to move away she would just hit the button
on my shocking collar and bring me to my knees.  And as I looked around the
room I did not see one sympathetic face that my come to my aid.  In fact
most of them, particularly the women, had a look of lust as if they could
not wait for the entertainment to begin.  So I walked to the center of the
concrete floor, but before, I laid down, Alice removed my dress and panties
and bra.  She left the garters, stockings and heels on me.  She then
pointed to the hard concrete and I got down carefully and spread out on my
back.

   She took a long length of rope and tied my wrists together and pulled
them out away from my head and secured them to a ring in the floor.  I
could not see what she was doing as she temporarily raised my legs and hips
from the floor, but from the oohs and aahs of the crowd I figured it could
not be good.

   She then lowered my legs and tied another length of rope to my left
ankle and stretched it as far as she could and tied it off.  She repeated
the process with my right ankle so I was spread so far that I thought my
pelvis would split in two.

   Then I heard a woman ask.  "What are those huge fish hooks for?"

   "Why to separate her cunt lips with.  Who wants the privilege of shoving
them through her cunt lips for me?  Perhaps one of the gentlemen would
volunteer.  I hear it takes a lot of pressure to force even a sharp needle
through that tough skin."

   Several men volunteered and so Alice chose four of them and told each
one to attach the hooks to my lips.  She was right; it did take a lot of
muscle to get those hooks completely through but after a few agonizing
minutes they succeeded.  Alice then told them to take the other end of the
line and pull as hard as they could until my cunt lips were pulled as far
open as they could get.

   I was screaming by the time they finally tied off the other ends of the
fishing line to rings in the floor.  I was stretched so tight that even if
she had released my hands and feet I would not have been able to move from
that spot without tearing the hooks from my body.

   "Oh, doesn't she look so nice and helpless like that.  Let's leave her
to relax for a few minutes and then I will perform a feat that even I am
not sure can be done."

   She was gone for quite a while and then I heard her returning laughing
and joking with her friends, but something was not quite the same as it was
when she left for as she stepped onto the cement I heard the unmistakable
sound of extremely high heels clicking on the concrete.  When she reached
me she stood directly by my face and lifted on foot over my eyes.

   "How do you like my nice pointed toed boots?" she asked me.  "I put them
on just for you so I hope you are appreciative of that fact.  She lowered
her foot to my mouth and told me to lick her soles to show my gratitude.

   Well, I had no idea what I had to be grateful for but I had little
choice in the matter, so I stuck out my tongue and let her drag the sole of
her boots across it.  She seemed to tire of that game quickly and she
walked down along the side of my body and positioned herself between my
legs facing me.

   "Now, for the challenge," she announced.  "I have always wanted to see
if I could push my booted foot all the way inside a cunt until the pussy
lips nestle up against my heel."

   I then knew what she had in mind and I started begging, "For the love of
God, please don't do this.  You will tear my insides out.  Please, dear
God, please have mercy."

   "There will be no mercy tonight.  I don't know if it will tear your
inside out but if so, so be it.  I have heard though that a cunt will
stretch a mile before it tears and inch so let's get started and find out."

   She pressed the sharp toe of her boot against the stretched opening of
my vagina and began to push.  It was tough going, as there was little or no
lubricant to work with.  But she just kept pushing and soon a little of the
toe was inside me.  And then no matter how hard she tried she could not
gain any traction.

   "I am going to need a little help here.  Maybe someone could help me
push."

   "I have a better idea," a male voice spoke up.  How hard is the back of
your boots"

   "Fairly hard right where they meet the sole.  What do you have in mind?"

   "I thought if it would not hurt you I could kick the back of your boot.
That might force it inside her."

   "Go ahead and give it a try but not too hard the first time."

   And then I felt a terrible jolt to my pelvic area and I felt the boot
slide a good inch or two inside me.

   "Oh, wonderful that is working.  My boot slid a good two inches, do it
again harder."

   I felt another jolt and then another and then another as he just kept
kicking the back of her boot.  I felt my pussy lips being compressed and I
knew she had reached the point she sought.

   "Oh, this is such a wonderful feeling," Alice declared.  "It is like
stepping on sponge rubber.  Watch me put all my weight down.  Now see me
grind from side to side.  Oh, I so love this."

   I was screaming so hard that even Alice got tired of hearing me and had
someone stuff an old rag in my mouth.  And then I heard another woman ask
Alice if she could have a turn.

   Alice replied, "I don't see why not, let me pull my boot out and you get
ready to insert yours.  I do notice your foot is quite a lot wider than
mine but I am sure she will stretch that far."

   Alice stepped down with all her weight and then began sliding her boot
back out.  She took her time, knowing that she was doing almost as much
damage to me on the way out as she did on the way in.

   And just when she had removed her boot completely and stepped back
another boot replaced it and with considerable effort and more kicking soon
was nestled fully inside me.  I knew that I was bleeding profusely and was
hoping that perhaps I would bleed to death.  And then that boot was pulled
from my channel.

   "She is bleeding really badly, Alice," someone said.  "I am afraid she
might bleed out if we don't do something."

   "I have it covered." She said.  "I mixed a bottle of rubbing alcohol
with powdered alum.  The alcohol will disinfect the wound and the alum will
cauterize it.  Tip her up so I can fill her with the mixture.  My look at
that hole, I will not even need a funnel.  And then she started pouring and
I screamed into the gag until I passed out.

   I have no idea how long they left me unconscious but eventually someone
apparently held a swab of ammonia under my nose to revive me.

   "How are you feeling, cunt?  I hope you enjoyed having your cunt
stretched wide open.  I doubt that any man will want to use you for quite
some time.  And now I am going to make sure that you will never again enjoy
intercourse."

   I heard a woman's voice ask, "How are you going to do that, Alice?"

   "Well, it is hard for a woman to have an orgasm if she does not have a
clit.  So I am going to remove hers.  Now before I get started I have a
small branding iron being heated by a butane torch.  When it is red-hot let
me know and with the help of my husband we will trim this whores clit off
tight to her body."

   "It is red-hot," someone yelled.  "I am bringing it to you now."

   "Now, dear if you would take those needle nosed pliers and grab on to
her clit and pull it out as far as you can from her slit.  That is it, nice
and tight.  Now I am going to take this old pair of diagonal cutters and
snip it nice and close.  Notice everyone how I have put the jaws on either
side of her clit.  Now I am going to close them but not until they start to
bite into flesh.  I am now going to push them down as hard as I can so that
I get every little bit of her button.  There that is it, now I just need to
squeeze really hard.  I am taking my time so that she gets to feel it
slowly cutting through her flesh.  I want her to really enjoy the sensation
because she will never again feel anything when that area is massaged. 
What nerves aren't destroyed when I cut the flap off will be when I
cauterize the wound.  There finally, look at how close I cropped that
thing. Does anyone want it for a souvenir?"

   I did not hear the answer because when she put that hot iron to my
bleeding flesh I passed out.

   I did not wake up until mid morning the following day.  And only then
because Alice had used her ammonia to revive me.

   "Ok, slut, time to rise and shine.  Your mother-in-law is going to come
pick you up today, but you might as well make yourself useful in the
meantime.  I want you out to the stables shoveling horseshit when she
comes. I want her to see you at your very best.

   I still wore my collar and she pressed the button to make me jump to her
command.  I could hardly walk because of the intense pain both inside my
vaginal cavity and where she had cauterized my clit.  But I managed to get
to the pile of manure and with every ounce of strength I had began to
shovel it onto a wheelbarrow.

   I had not been working long when I heard Alice greet my mother-in-law
and then heard Norma say, "Dear lord, you warned me what a mess she is but
I really didn't believe she could fall this far.  Look at your mother
Chelsea.  What are we ever going to do with her?"

   I stared to where the voices were coming from and saw my daughter
approaching along side my mother-in-law.  I said.  Chelsea when did they
release you?"

   "Release me, what are you talking about mother?  I have been home ever
since you left."

   "But I saw the pictures of you in that dog crate and Alice told me she
was holding you prisoner."

   "The crate was Grandma's idea.  She said she wanted to use it to show
people what it was like for their pets.  She even had a slogan.  "What if
your dog treated you like this?"

   And then I knew, how badly I had been set-up and that more than Alice
was involved in making it happen.  Alice came over and patted me on the
cheek and said, "Karen where did you ever get the idea that I would harm
Chelsea.  Why you must think I am a monster."

   And then she stepped back and gave me a huge smile.  Nothing has ever
felt better in my life than the feel of driving that pitchfork into her
body.  It entered just below her sternum and went all the way through so
that the tines were sticking out her back.  I held her there not allowing
her to fall to the ground until I had watched ever last flicker of light
leave her eyes.  That shocked look of disbelief she had on her face just
before she took her last breath was priceless.

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