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 THE HOUSE various rapes tortures and killings

   Why yes, I was an officer and wore the queen's coat for several years in
china.  Was quite a big shot for a major if I do say so.  The situation was
rather strange where I was.  You see at the time there was really no
government in china except for the local warlords.  The emperor stayed in
the capitol and pretended to govern but beyond the city walls he was
powerless.  The army was there to enforce the treaties and to protect the
traders and missionaries and such.  As long as the white folk were left
alone we did nothing.  But let a white man be robbed, assaulted, or killed
and we would come down on them like the wrath of god.  To do this we were
split up into smaller units and spread out so we were everywhere and the
wogs always knew what would happen if they stepped out of line.  As it
worked out it was common for the commander of an area to base in the same
city or large town as the local warlord lived and of course the two ended
up working together.  Not as equals mind you although we often allow the
warlord to think he was one.  It was good duty if a bit boring but we
managed to entertain ourselves.  The men drank, gambled, and whored as
their merger pay and duties allowed.  The noncoms did much the same but
more quietly.  The officers really had no duties and were rich by the local
standards.  Rich to the point that subalterns could afford a string of polo
ponies if they wished and many did so.  I was different.  I am a good
horseman as an officer of dragoons must be but I really do not enjoy riding
except for duty.  I kept only two fine mounts as that was all I needed. 
Gambling leaves me cold and I do not enjoy waking up with a hangover so I
drank in moderation.  No , I had a private vice.  I enjoyed sex.  Yes I
know everyone enjoys sex and we all had mistresses but my tastes were along
different lines.  My mistress was for show only.  I did on occasion
fornicate with her but she was not my real interest.  She was cover for my
real interest as it was not acceptable and would have hurt or even ended my
career.  You see I craved virgins and even darker pleasures form time to
time.

   Even the thought of a young slender body being pressed under mine as I
force my way into her unused passages still excites me.  Yes , there are
few finer feelings than the second when her hymen shatters and you press on
into the places where no one has ever been.  The sounds of her screams and
squeals mix with the sudden freedom of movement and her realization of what
has happened to create a time that is almost the best thing that a man can
experience.  I say almost because there is one thing better.  The feeling
of life departing from her young body as you use her death for your own
momentary pleasure.  What power.  Just think of it her life being spent
just to allow you to enjoy the moment of her death.  Truly a most wasteful
pleasure but all the better because of the cost.  Sometimes it would be
over quickly, a tightening of my thumbs or a scarf would being on the
delightful death quivers as I spent myself in one of her tight holes. 
Other times I would spend hours or even days treating her to tortures that
left her a mindless husk before I freed her from her ruined body.

   At first I would visit on of the houses that catered to tastes such as
mine but it was expensive to buy even a virgin not to mention the cost of
purchasing one to kill.  Just ruinous.  And there was the worry that word
of my activities would spread and cause trouble.  Then I realized that I
had the answer in the palm of my hand.  I retained the services of an old
half breed woman who worked for one of the better houses and who wished to
have her own establishment but was too poor to have any hope of ever doing
it.  She was the daughter of an officer who had come here from India with
his native bride and when he had died of some pox or other she was left
alone in a country where she was outcast.  She made her way any way she
could and now spoke several languages and dialects.  She was also very
knowledgeable about what it took to run a house so she was just what I
needed.  I started small but using the special advantages I had it was not
long before I was able to purchase an old Buddhist convent and modify it to
meet my needs.  The old place was perfect and took very little work to make
it ready.  The nun's cells were just right for the whore's rooms and the
kitchen and baths were actually too big but we managed.  By just dumb luck
I discovered that one of my sergeants major had very similar tastes to mine
so we came to an arrangement.  He would own and operate the house in name
and would live there.  A high ranking noncom would often find his own
living quarters so there was nothing odd about him choosing to live in his
whorehouse in he wished and if his officer had no objections.  Jenny [what
an odd name for a English- Indian halfbreed living in china] would do all
the day to day running of the house and would hire or buy the girls except
for the private stock.  Rather she would procure enough to allay any
comments.  Most of our whores would be picked up during the course of my
military operations in the area.  We had very little trouble in my area
because of the way I operated.  Any misbehavior was punished by stiff fines
and /or other ways.  The other ways included forced slavery, executions,
burning of fields or buildings, and the removal of all young adults and
children old enough to be useful.  With a little thought one can see how I
was able to stock both the public house and provide myself with playmates
through these means.  Also making things easy was the fact that in many
families there was not enough food to feed all so daughters could be bought
cheaply.  Being a long nosed white demon allowed me to set my own price
which was often almost nothing.  In truth all of the wogs in my area were
my slaves as long as I did not do anything to upset my superiors.  Life was
hard and the peasants were loath to attract official attention as it always
was a bad thing to do.  I also had a good rapport with old jin lee the
warlord.  As long as I didn't poke around in his rice bowl he did not care
what I did.  I also kept my eyes open for any young boys that I thought he
might enjoy as that was his bent.  We helped each other out as the
situation allowed and for the most part we got on well.

   The convent had an old detached building that was at one time the
storehouse for the place and as we explored it I discovered a large wine
cellar with a tunnel that ran to the river.  Well hidden it would be
perfect for my private games and jenny was able to procure an older couple
from another house to clean and repair it.  Both had been muted and nether
was too bright but they were hard workers and utterly trustworthy.  The
word was spread that they were being allowed to live in the old ruins as an
act of charity.  These people would become in time both my helpers and if
need be my patsies for if there were ever any complaints about the things
being done in the old storehouse it was they who would have their heads
roll in the sand.  They fed, bathed, prepared, and otherwise cared for my
private stock and it was they who discarded the remains.

   She was small and prefect, an ass that I could cup in my hand, tiny
breasts that just filled the palm of my hand and a waist so small that I
could span it with my spread hands.  Barely four feet tall with long black
hair that fell past her ass she was ideal.  She had been bought for pennies
and would give me many hours of pleasure.  Having been stripped, washed and
covered in a thin robe she awaited me in the room in the basement.  When I
entered she jumped up and preformed kowtow [a deep kneeling bow that ends
with the forehead on the floor] and waited for my commands.  I was her lord
and master and she knew it.  I had learned enough of the language to make
myself understood and ordered her to stand and to remove my clothes.  She
was shaking with fear as the last on my attire was removed and folded away.
Her eyes kept drifting up to look at the monstrous erection I had until
finally I slapped her and ordered her to keep her eyes downcast until I
told her different.  She knew and I knew that she did.  She did not know
all however.  She did not guess that she was never going to leave this room
except as a piece of dead meat.  while there was a complete torture chamber
on the other side of the door in this room all the toys and tools were in
cabinets and out of sight.  The robe fell to reveal her perfect body and I
was hard pressed not to throw her down and take her right on the floor.  I
did not because I knew I would not only take her but I would kill her in
the heat of my passion and I did not wish to waste such perfection.  Her
mound was just starting to be covered with a fine black fuzz that
highlighted rather than hid the small slit below.  Turning at my command
she presented her back to me and it was as fine as her front.  I love a
tapering back that softly flares into a tight ass and hers was superb.  Oh
yes this one was special and I must force myself to take my time and enjoy
all that she had to offer.  My rigid prick was demanding attention so I
made use of her mouth to release my building tensions.  It was soft and
small and she was choking as I spent my first load down her throat.  She
swallowed most of it as she had to breathe while the rest dribbled down her
chin.  She was almost sick from her meal but somehow managed to keep it
down as the tremors shook her.  I then required her to display herself to
me.  Bending and spreading and lifting to expose each lovely hidden
treasure to my gaze.  My hands and fingers joined hers in the explorations.
She was so smooth and soft it was incredible.  Under the soft smooth skin
were the firm muscles of one who works hard but still has that youthful
suppleness.  Velvet over wood.  She could bend and twist into impossible
positions as I forced her show me all.  Finally I could stand no more and
threw her to the bed where I plunged my face into that prefect crotch.  I
know many men find the act of licking pussy to be repulsive but I enjoy it
and I enjoy the feeling of plunging my rock hard spear into a cunt that is
wet and slick from my attentions even more.  Besides I find it brings out
the best in your partner if she one that you care about.  She was sweet
tasting and I fed there until I could no longer stand the pressure in my
groin.  She may have even enjoyed it a little bit but it really did not
matter to me.  Her pleasure was none of my concern.  I crawled up her body
stopping only to kiss her tiny titties and nibble on her neck.  She tried
to close her legs but a sharp word from me opened the way once more.  Her
body shook in fear as the tip of my manhood brushed against her tiny wet
slit.  She froze and waited.  I made her use her tiny fingers to guide me
into her and when all was ready I stormed her gates with a mighty thrust
that ended with the tearing of her inner flesh and with me buried to the
root in her tight slit.  Her small cut off scream was music and the gasps
that escaped her in time with my thrusts fired my soul.  I knew that each
push was costing her great pain and I gloried in her suffering almost as
much as in the feel of my rod sliding against the smooth tight inner walls
of her body.  My need was so great that I only lasted a few minutes before
I sprayed her with my spunk and fell to rest on her small body.  Some time
passed before I wanted to move and when I did I rolled off her and sat up
to admire my work.  She was still as death, her eyes were closed and
leaking tears, her chest was heaving and her crotch was sloppy with a red
mixture of her virgins blood, her juices, my spit and my seed.  Quite
lovely really.  My prick was soft and coated with the same mixture until I
had her clean it with her mouth.  The sensations were very nice even though
I had no interest in sex at the moment.  She staggered over to the basin to
wash herself, a spread legged waddle that witnessed the pain and damage she
had taken from my assault.

   The next thing I did was to inflict a mild whipping on her.  More just
for something to do while I revived from my wonderful release in her than
an effort to cause pain.  Besides I like whip marks on a girl.  She bore
the strokes well with only small whimpers and gasps as the cuts marked her
soft skin.  I used oil to rub her after her whipping and the fact that I
worked it into her tight little ass bud was not thought of as something to
be worried about by her.  After all I had oiled her everywhere and had
worked it to all of her private places so what was the difference if some
of it was pushed into her tight rectum.  Thus she was unprepared when I
gripped her by the back of her neck and pushed her forward over the side of
the bed so I had easy access to the small brown ring.  I managed to get
lined up the first time so she had only a seconds warning before my now
hard prick violated her back hole with one hard ramming attack.  I was half
way in her before the scream started and she never stopped until after I
had splattered her insides with my mucus.  Even after I pulled out of her
she still was screaming and crying.  Not even the forced use of her mouth
to clean my tool once more really stopped the noise.  She seemed incapable
of walking so I dragged her to the basin and rubbed away the shit brown
mixture that stained that cute little ass.  I left her on the floor while I
sat and enjoyed a neat gin and a smoke.  Cut and crippled as she was she
was still beautiful to me and I felt the stirrings of further interest in
my loins.  I do believe that my attack did serious damage to her insides as
there was a mixture of foul fluids leaking from both her ripped ass and her
abused slit.  The thin wall dividing the two passages must have been
breached by my unrelenting pounding.  Well no matter I doubt that even with
the signs of interest I was feeling I doubted that I would need her again.
In light of her injuries I changed plans and carried her into the torture
chamber and placed her on the rack.  I would destroy her perfect body and
then go over to the main house and relieve myself with one of the girls
that was waiting to be broken in or I would send for one and use her here
while I finished with this one.  My rack was a bit different than most. 
There was a drum for each limb and they could be swung to the sides so a
girl could be stretched four ways at once.  The windlasses were strong
enough to rip am arm or leg off but I rarely used them for that.  It was
great fun to pull her tight enough to play tunes on her overloaded muscles
and tendons and then inflect small miseries upon her.  A burn or cut from a
riding crop, things such as that.  For some reason not being able to move
seemed to multiply the pain and even the tiniest injury produced reactions
far beyond the expected.  She was soon far past the point of screaming. 
Indeed she could hardly gasp and whimper when the whip lashed her breasts
or crotch.  But it showed in her eyes, oh yes it showed.  The terror and
the pain, pain that went so far past anything she had ever dreamed of that
it was of another world.  Every once in a while I needed to pull her
tighter as her limbs stretched and the pull ropes loosened.  The pop of
joints failing under the load was about the only thing that pulled any
noise from her and that was only small gasps as her tendons and ligaments
failed one at a time.  I impaled her on a foot of rough splintery wood
without getting much of a response and I surmised that she was dying.  Time
to finish with her.  I slid a steel bar under her legs and broke the bones
there with a hammer.  The arm bones broke easier but gave a broken egg
sound with each impact.  I loosened her from the machine that had destroyed
her fine young body and dumped her onto the floor as I thought about how I
would spent her worthless life.  What would I spend her last breath on?  I
flopped her onto her back and tied a funnel in her mouth so she could not
dislodge it.  Her eyes were full of her terror for she knew full well I was
preparing to kill her.  With some of them you can see the second when they
fathom your intentions while with others to knowledge comes slowly but it
comes to all at some point even if it is only seconds before the end.  They
all know and they all taste the bitter flavor of knowing and being totally
helpless to do anything about it.  She knew as the wash basin slowly poured
it contents into the funnel and then down her throat.  She tried to swallow
or cough it up but there was more than her small stomach could hold and
soon she was fighting for the last seconds of her life as the dirty water
filled her lungs and windpipe.  Her broken body tried to flop and thrash
like a landed fish and for the same reasons but her injuries were to severe
to allow her much movement.  Her panicked gurgles were accompanied by the
sounds of her broken bones grinding against each other.  She slowed and
with one last desperate effort stopped.  A few small tremors ran through
her tender body and she lay still forever.  A fitting tribute to both my
lusts and my power to satisfy them.

   I was so angry that I needed to kill someone and it needed to be now. 
Let me explain, the stupid lazy private that was in charge of my horses for
the week took a nap while on duty and allowed the wog who was feeding to
over feed my best mount and coliced him.  The farrier is still not sure if
he can save him.  Damn beast cost me five thousand pounds which is an
outrageous sum but he is possibly the best horse in china, brave to a
fault, wonderful wind, and as fast as thought.  A mount that could keep you
alive in battle.  Now I may lose him.  The private will pay but whatever I
have done to him will not be enough.  Still a month of extra duty and one
hour a day bucked and gagged or riding the pine pony will teach him not to
fall asleep again.  Next time I will hang the bastard.  Right now I needed
to release my rage but I had no one in the basement cells to take it out
on. What was I to do?  As I entered the house the sar-major noticed my mood
and led me into his sitting room where I explained things.  I love good
subornments, they solve so many of life's problems for you.  He just
happened to have an older bitch and her two daughters in his cell and was
willing to forgo the pleasures he had planned for them.  While the mother
was older than I preferred and the brats were younger I was willing to
forgo my usual preferences due to the current situation.  I thanked him and
headed down to the basement.

   The bitch was almost thirty to look at her.  She was almost fat for a
wog with largish tits and a soft ass but was still not bad looking for
having three brats.  The oldest was a boy that already had gone for the
enjoyment of jin lee and was probably even now servicing the old boy.  The
girls were not even old enough to look female except for the bald slits but
they would do even if they were too immature to really interest me.  I
would use their bodies and their deaths to torture the mother before I
ended her sorry life.  Three should relax me and put me in a better frame
of mind.  I chained the mother to the rack with her head secured so she
could not look away from the place where her brats would be sacrificed to
please me.  The youngest still had her baby fat and failed to understand
that she was in mortal danger nor what the thing sticking from my groin
was. I showed her and her cries for her mommy to help her made a nice
counterpoint to my grunts as I used her for what the gods had meant her
for. She was painfully tight and I really did not enjoy being in her so I
withdrew before I finished and casually killed her by swinging her by the
feet and slamming her head against the stone column.  A sickening thud
ended her cries and dropped her now useless carcass to the floor.  The
older girl was babbling and crying as I reached her.  She knew and seen
what had happened to her sister and the look in my eyes promised much the
same for her.  I threw her on top of her mother so they were laying face to
face and without any preparation except greasing plunged my dagger into her
asshole.  Her cries were stilled by the pain and her mother was forced to
watch both of our faces as I took the brat.  She could also feel the
assault and her brat's efforts to evade it.  It was almost like taking them
both at once and I enjoyed the use of her young body more than I thought I
would.  I pulled out and reinserted myself into her hairless slit just to
do a through job of it.  Her blood dripped down onto her mother's cunt and
soon it was mixed with the overflow of my spunk.  However I think it went
unnoticed as I was strangling the brat at the time and I doubt she noticed
my spray as she was too busy fighting for air.  Mom got the pleasure for
watching her oldest girl gasp and gurgle and twitch as well as feel my
hammering rape of the cunt as she died with her body pressed onto her
mother's

   I took a well deserved rest and thought of what I would do to the
mother. Meanwhile she was left with the body of her daughter cooling on her
belly and her dead staring eyes looking at her.  Accusing her of failing to
protect her and her sister.  Lovely.  In twenty four hours she had her son
taken and seen her husband shot for theft.  Her daughters had been raped
and murdered before her eyes and she was tied helpless waiting for my next
whim.  I did take the time to explain things to her.  How her family had
been destroyed and she would die horribly just for the pleasure I would
receive and how I would not even remember them by next week.  The yellow
slut was too old and fat to really interest my but I hated to waste her as
I knew that the sar-major had planned her for himself she being what he
preferred.  I was able to find ways to enjoy her larger assets and in the
end I enjoyed her more than I thought I would.  My tool was spent from the
girls so raping her was unnecessary.  Instead I used other things to enter
her body.  Steel and wood stood in for my flesh and perhaps performed the
function better.  I noosed her drooping tits and pulled to attention and
beyond before I ripped them from her chest.  A mixture of salt and cheap
rum stopped the bleeding and no doubt added to her understanding of what
the rest of her life would be like.  I ring cut around her ass bud after it
had been stretched by one of the dildos and ever so slowly I pulled her
intestines out through the small hole just by pulling on the end that was
cut loose.  When I had removed all that would pull through I cut the long
fleshy rope where it exited her body and watched as the end snapped back to
the accompaniment of her screams as her stomach dumped its acid into her
now empty body cavity.  Red hot steel raped her cunt and explored the empty
hole of her ass.  I released her from the rack and told her if she could
make it to the door and up the stairs I would let her go.  Too bad that
when she fell from the rack somehow her knees both got broken and I was so
clumsy that I stepped on her hand and broke it as well as her lower arm. 
Still she tried but it was to no avail.  I amused myself watching her
weakening struggles for a while before I ended her miserable existence with
a simple stomp or two to her neck and a few kicks to her body.  I left her
with her face laying in a pan of water to be cleaned up by my servants.  I
felt ever so much better now and promised that I would replace her for the
sar-major as soon as possible.

   From that time on I explored the use of younger girls and while they
would never replace the nubile ones that were just coming into womanhood in
my favor I did develop a taste for the ones that were like young colts. 
All legs and angles but without any outward sign of what they would have
become in a few short years had they not fallen under my care.  I did not
look for them but ever so often one would fall into my hands and I would
take the time to enjoy her destruction.

   The house was wildly profitable.  I could often recoup the cost of a new
girl in a single night and when a whore had become too used up to even be
useful to the lowest of my customers I would sell her to be used for
anything the buyer wanted.  She would even be delivered to him washed and
dressed as he wished.  I say he but I did have one or two women that
visited and even purchased the odd girl and not always the old haggled
ones. Of course I would sell any of the girls if the price was right and
often did so .  They went to become mistresses, or went to work in other
houses, as junior wives, or to other less enjoyable ends.  I did not care
and asked no questions.  To be the first man to sample the charms of a
virgin is the dream of most men and I was able to be the first for so many
that I no longer remembered them.  They just became part of an endless
parade of young smooth fleshed bodies.  Some screamed, some just lay there
and a few welcomed me joyously into their bodies.  Some never lived through
their first night in my care.  Others were sent to work in the house.  A
very few stayed in my private collection for a time before I sent them on
to whatever waited for them.  Only a few remained in my memories.  Most
just spent time as my toy before being tossed away and forgotten.

   I do remember the first one that I collected for the basement rooms. 
She was younger that most but still showed the promise of what she would
have become.  Small with not an ounce of fat on her tiny body she had a
face that transcended her race to achieve a beauty that was universal. 
Long black hair.  Curves that were more promises than real but somehow more
exciting for that promise.  The holes between her legs hid a smooth
tightness that was wonderful.  She showed her fear only in the quick
breaths and the small movements of her lovely almond eyes.  The daughter of
a rival to jin lee and gently raised she had been sheltered from the truths
of life.  Truths that I would show her.  She was still dressed in the
clothes she had been wearing when her family had been taken.  A miniature
adult dress over silk underclothes.  She was wrinkled and smudged but still
lovely.  She knew not what had happened to her family.  [her father and
brothers were beheaded out of hand and her mother and older sister were
captive in cells just down the hall.  The mother would soon enjoy the
sar-major's tender attentions while her sister was my next playmate.] There
was hesitance to my commands from the haughty little toy so a lesson was in
order.  A few slaps soon ended any hesitation following my commands.  Like
a good girl she stood and although she was still crying and no doubt in
shock from the first blows in her life she managed to remove her attire one
piece at a time until she stood before me in the clothes she had been born
in.  And she was lovely, I just looked at her until I was driven by my need
to touch such tender beauty.  She shrank away from my touch at first but
the threat of more blows convinced her to stand and accept my caresses. 
Trembling in fear she nevertheless spread her legs so I was able to
complete my exploration of her body.  The insertion of my finger into the
diminutive holes brought little cries of pain but she stood as I deeply
entered her.  The tiny pale nipples were stiff from the fear and the cold
in the cell.  She mewed like a kitten as I pinched and twisted them and the
mews changed to small screams when my teeth tightened upon them.  She stood
as I chewed on her nipples and neck, my fingers smeared grease on her lower
parts and then slid in for a deeper and more through exploration.  I toyed
with her for a long time, adding fingers and sliding in and out, increasing
the force used in both my bites and in my fingerings.  Finally I was had to
free my stiff cock from its hiding place and she was forced to do it.  The
sight of a man's hard prick for the first time in her life shocked her into
frozen stillness and it took a slap to get her moving.  Although she didn't
know it yet she was looking at the instrument of her death.  While I do not
care to brag I am somewhat larger than most men and I was sure that the act
of servicing my needs would be fatal to this child.  After forcing her to
kiss and otherwise pleasure me with her sweet mouth I ended the game and
the waiting.  She was thrown to the bed and her legs spread wide to allow
my assault on her portals.  Up to now her life had been one of gentleness
and privilege where anything course or ugly was kept from her.  The rest of
her short would be nothing but course and ugly and painful.  As I violently
entered her slit the screams ended in a gasp of agony.  The force of my
hammering drove the breath from her body and she was reduced to gasps and
small sucking sounds.  I knew that I had damaged her for I felt the
sensitive tissues rip and tear in the face of my powerful strokes.  I
wanted and needed to satisfy my needs as soon as I could but I forced
myself to wait.  I withdrew and allowed her to recover herself.  She
responded with sobbing and pleas for her mother and for my to stop hurting
her.  With a rush I shattered the small ass ring muscles as I entered her
back hole.  Once more she endured the torment of my punishing attack.  This
time I would not stop until I was satisfied.  I pounded my loins against
her small ass with a force that I did not know I had.  She was pummeled and
tossed by the extreme forces I used.  I felt a bone snap as I gripped her
but it was of no importance as I thundered on.  I looked down at the
joining of our bodies and there was a free flowing stream of blood pouring
from her.  My dick was red as was her entire lower body and the gore was
being splattered over everything nearby.  My time arrived and the explosion
I felt was indescribable.  I swear she shook from the impact of my seed
hitting her torn insides.  I pulled out of her while I was still hard and
used her mouth to clean myself.  I was still excited and before I new it I
was fucking her face and throat.  She was struggling weakly with small
gagging noises.  I found the feel of her throat on my root most enjoyable
and pushed deeper still.  Her motions slowed and then stilled as I moved in
her.  My hand on her neck could feel my member moving in the passages there
and I kept it up until I was too soft to stay there any longer.  I fell
across her body and lay there as I regained my strength.  When I was
recovered I checked her and she was dead.  I had truly fucked her to death
and it was wonderful.

   I had so tired myself that it took two days before I could get to her
sister and the older girl was wonderful but it was the smaller child that
remained in my memories as the better.  Indeed one of the best I ever had
and never was there one quite the same.  Some as good but none better.  I
mentioned that I sometimes spent days playing with some of them but it was
rare and none of the sessions stands out in my mind, I found them to be
much work and the time involved seemed to dull the edge of the thing.  The
ending was more of a relief than a time of enjoyment.  No the best times
were often shorter and more intense.  To make it last restricts the things
one can do while playing.  If the time spent does not matter one is free to
be as forceful as one wishes and thus drive the excitement level to new
heights.  I whipped, hanged, pulled , ripped, burned, cut, gouged, beat,
broke, smashed, squeezed, and almost anything else that would cause agony
and death but the best times ere the simple ones.  Just myself and the toy
and a few simple aids, rope, a small whip, pinchers, perhaps a dildo or
two. I enjoyed a good hanging and still feel that the sight of a nude body
twisting and kicking in the air is wonderful there is something special
about feeling the life leave under your hands.  To feel the panicked
movements still, to enjoy the last spasms of her insides grip your tool as
you spray, the savor the second when all life flees and the once taut body
falls limp forever.  So much is missed when one uses machines to do the job
but it is said that variety is the spice of life and even the best diet
grows stale if repeated too often and so it is with my hobby.  I was ever
experimenting but I still kept coming back to the basics.

   I often ended my day with the death of some poor unfortunate.  Nothing
fancy, just a fuck and a killing.  Sometimes as fast as ten of fifteen
minutes.  I would pick a cell at random [ as I rarely knew what was in
stock but knew that something would be there for me] and just enter the
cell to rape what ever was there.  I enjoyed moving from one hole to the
other and back as I pleasured myself.  The long hair many of the girls wore
was a special treat.  I would braid it into two braids and then use it to
strangle the bitch as I used her.  If I timed things right I was treated to
the wonderful feeling of her tight hole spasming in death as I reached my
climax.  I got quite good at it and it was one of my favorite things.

   In time I retired from the service as I had grown rich enough to no
longer need the advantages it offered me and I devoted my full time to
managing the house and to my hobby.  I became quite the sought after guest
in the social whirl and with a bit of luck and careful planning expanded my
horizons to include the odd white woman as well as other races.  I have
often felt that a young Indian girl is a fine toy but still I play with
mostly china dolls.  I am fussier now as I no longer have the drive of a
younger man so I choose my toys with care.

   You ask why am I telling all this to you?  Simple my dear.  I have the
urge for an English girl to play with and as you will not be missed and you
fulfill my desires it is your fate to be my next victim.  No do not bother
to rise, it is not necessary nor is it possible.  The drink you have has a
herb in it that makes walking impossible but does not cloud the senses. 
Besides the door is locked and no one will hear you scream nor will anyone
bother us.  Just sit back and let me do all the work my lovely little toy.