Amanda Plays for Keeps

“It’s time to snuff jimmyslut.” Those words sent shivers of delight up my spine. I kissed my lover Tricia and asked her how she wanted to snuff the boy. The boy’s face went white when he heard my question. Trish laughed. She’d just tortured the boy for almost an hour. He knew what she was capable of. He knew she’d love to kill him as slowly and painfully as she could. And that I would too. I’d played with jimmyslut for hours before Trish got here with Jimmy’s best friend David. I’d made the poor boy betray his friend David less than a day ago and now jimmylut was going to die for it. We’d make David watch as we snuffed his buddy Jimmy. He was a lot more fun to hurt than jimmyslut. So jimmyslut would die first. Then we’d have some more cruel fun with David. It’s so goodto be me. It’s so good being the kind of girl who doesn’t let foolish concerns like morality and laws and decency get in the way of having some good old fashioned sadistic fun. And it’s good to have a BFF like Tricia to share the moments like these.

“Guess what we’re going to do with these lover.” Trish teased me as I dumped the contents of her bag out on the table.

The first thing out were the eight inch long road flares. I knew exactly what we were going to do with them. We were going to ram them up jimmyslut’s butt and then light them. The flares burn under water so they’d burn just fine inside jimmyslut’s ass hole too. We’d done this to several boys in the past and it never got old. I picked up one of the red coated flares and waved it under jimmyslut’s nose while I explained to the shaking boy exactly what we were going to do with it. The poor boy threw up. He didn’t have much in his stomach so his puke was mostly bile. I hadn’t feed him since I’d snatched him off the side of the road. He wasn’t going to live long enough to waste money feeding him. Besides, the I.V. fluid Tricia had prepared contained enough stimulants and calories to keep our boy perky and awake and aware while we tortured him to death.

Trish cut off a couple feet of the primer cord that had also spilled out of her toy bag. It’s a heavy twine coated with the same stuff used in the flares. I have no idea about the chemistry but the stuff has its own oxygen in it apparently. There some sort of chemical mixed in the stuff that burns real hot and gives off lots light and sparks. That’s why it’s good for flares. And good for coating cords when you want to set something off from a distance. Oh, and it’s also good for poking down just about any hole in a boy you can find. For a good time stick some primer cored in a boy and light it up and watch it broil the boy from the inside out. Tricia performs magic with the flares and the primer cord. It’s a joy to watch her burn boys like this.

She tied one end of the cord to the fuse of the one flare, wrapped a couple loops around of the loose cord around the second flare then tied tail end of core to the second flares fuse. We’d done it this way before. We’d ram first one flare up jimmyslut’s butt then cram the second one in behind the first. The boy would have almost a foot and a half of road flare stuck up inside him. That alone was enough to cause him excruciating pain. The flares were made with a rough paper outer coating and the primer cord was coated with this rough incendiary abrasive material that was like sand paper. Poor jimmyslut’s insides were about to get reamed out real good. We were going to burn him a new A-hole. The least I could help but taunt the boy about his next indignity.

“I hope you appreciate the care we’re taking with this hon. Most girls would be satisfied shoving just one flare up your ass and lighting that. Tricia’s an artist jimmy. She’s doing two flares. So it will burn way up inside you. And best of all baby, both flares will be burning at the same time. We used to do it so the outer one burned all the way down then the inside one did. But none of our playmates could stay conscious for the whole second flare to fry their innards. So by using the primer cord baby we can get the second flare to start burning inside you five or so minutes after we light up the first one. That way you’ll be awake to feel the deeper burns too baby. So see jimmyslut, we really do want your snuff to be good sweetie. For us that is.” I laughed.

      The poor boy turned white. His body went into revolt and his chest and stomach heaved, his breathing got all ragged and accelerated. It was marvelous. And we hadn’t even lit him up yet. God, when we started to actually burn this loser it was going to be fantastic!

“You want to do the first one? Or the second Mandy?”

     I chose to shove the first flare up his butt. I was pretty sure the boy had a virgin hole. Defiling that would be its own little thrill.  I grabbed the flare in the middle and pressed the blunt end against jimmyslut’s poor puckered hole. The kid had his muscles clenched down so tight I had to give it a huge shove to get it in. I liked that he was fighting it. By clenching his muscles he just made it more painful for himself. Not that he could have relaxed any. When I’d picked up the flare Trish had opened the box of barbed needles and she was jamming them into jimmyslut’s balls. The needles were modeled on the lances used in bull fights.

     Tricia bought a ranch down in Mexico a few years ago and she went through a Latin phase. Part of that phase was attending bull fights. She even has a whip made from a bull’s penis. That she got to cut off the bull. While he was still alive and roaring like a, well, like a castrated bull. Her whip’s called a quirt. After Tricia cut the penis off they cleaned it out so all that was left was a long skinny bag of skin. Then they hung that from a wooden beam with the cock head end pointing down and filled the open base end of the severed bull’s cock with sand. As it stretched they added more sand until the thing was about two and a half feet long. Then they dump out the sand, cure the empty cock which turns it into leather and finally twist the thing into a decent little whip. Sort of like a riding crop only not quite as stiff.

     Trish gets into other things Latin down on her ranch. Like Mexican boys. There’s so much poverty down there, and so many young men leave home to try and earn something for their families. For some their quest ends in the U.S. with a job and an apartment shared with half a dozen compatriots. And for some their trip ends at Tricia’s ranch. She’s down in Mexico four months a year. She usually gets to snuff a Mexican every week. Boys are plentiful, life’s cheap and Tricia has a big appetite.

    She has two quirts. One’s the long one from a bull s penis. The other’s only a foot long. It’s from a boy’s penis. Tricia cut that one off too. While her boy was still alive and kicking and screaming. My lover stretched that boy’s severed cock herself, filling it with sand until it was over a foot long then letting it dry and taking it to a leather craftsman to turn into the cutest little whip you ever saw. Next time I go down to her place she said she’d find a boy for me so I could make my own authentic Mexican quirt. It’ll be a blast.

      Too bad we can’t take jimmyslut down to Tricia’s ranch with us. The local policia are so corrupt down there you can get away with just about anything. Snuffing the occasional boy is no big deal if you pay off the jefedelpolicia. He’s a pig of a man and he’s into blond haired boys. Once a year Tricia goes up to Cancun or out to Cozumel and picks up a nice Australian or American kid during spring break and takes him Senior Gozales. That seems to keep the fat slob happy. And Tricia can hunt down a dozen boys during her stay without worry.

     The barbed needles she was poking into jimmyslut were about four inches long and they had tuffs of red or white or green yarn attached to the non-barbed end. Once my girl poked half a dozen in jimmyslut’s left nut it looked quite festive. The second road flare dangling from his butt hole looked festive too.

    I’d managed to get the first flare shoved all the way up inside the boy. When I had half of it up him I wiggled it back and forth real hard. Jimmyslut screamed nicely for us. Tricia stuck a dozen little lances in his right ball and we had ourselves a good laugh at how jimmyslut squirmed and twitched and just looked so damned miserable. I went ahead and rammed the last of my flare up inside the boy. I used the end of the other flare to push mine in the last inch or so. That was I didn’t have to get my fingers all nasty on jimmyslut’s butt hole. He was bleeding some. The rough paper tore the skin of his anus. It was a lot of bleeding. No more than he was bleeding from all of the wickedly sharp four inch barbed spikes Trish had pricked both his balls with.

“Here babe, Wipe down the boy with this. The nurse in me doesn’t want to let those wounds get infected.”

    Tricia had tossed me a squeeze bottle of rubbing alcohol. I squirted some on jimmyslut’s butt hole and his balls. He shrieked and his leg muscles went into lovely little spasms. Tricia and I laughed our heads off. The cuts and puncture wounds we’d given him weren’t going to have enough time to get infected. Jimmyslut would be history long before then.

     I have to say our boy looked good with his balls all decorated with the colored yarn flying from the ends of the dozens of prickly tipped needles Tricia had driven deep into his balls. His butt looked fine too with that eight inch long red road flare dangling from it.  The inch and a half diameter flare looked downright cheerful the way it danced as jimmyslut’s body convulsed in agony.

     We switched places and Trish worked the second flare up jimmyslut’s ass hole while I used more barbed needles on his cock. I wasn’t too concerned about ruining the boy’s dick. Trish and I had both had our fucking fun with it. And David had a much nicer dick anyway. We’d both be fucking that fine stiff rod lots more before we snuffed the second boy. So jimmyslut’s prick was expendable. Just like jimmyslut himself.

“I have a feeling from your wicked smirk that we’re not going to light him up now are we Trish.”

“Not just yet lover. I made something for jimmyslut. Something real special. Look jimmy. It’s a one of a kind. I made it myself. What do you think baby? Want to feel this inside you?”

    It was special. Tricia had outdone herself. She held up a thing that can only be described as a magic wand. It was a little more than a foot long. It was thin, maybe three eights of an inch long. It looked like it was made of three strands of wire twisted around each other. It was really stiff. When Tricia waved it under jimmyslut’s nose so he could see it didn’t hardly bend at all. The poor boy was really suffering from sixteen inches of road flare jammed up his poop chute and several dozen sharp needles stuck deep in his cock and balls. He had no idea what Tricia was showing him, He should have been impressed with her handiwork. Instead all the boy could think about was himself. He couldn’t stop sobbing about how bad he felt. Typical boy.Just another selfish prick.

“It’s fantastic Trish. We’re going to shove it down his penis aren’t we?”

“Where else lover. I made it long with one sharp end so we can jam it into the pubic bone at the base of his pelvis. We’ll shove it down his pee hole, poke the sharp end into the bone then pull his cock head out till it stretches out a full foot. The blunt end’s braided from three pieces of wire so there’s gaps between the individual strands. We can use pins through his cock and into the gaps to keep his dick from sliding back down my contraption. The best part is this wire is coated with the same stuff that’s in the flares. Once we get it down his prick we can light it and burn his cock from the inside out. It’s going to be awesome lover, burning both his ass hole and his cock from the inside at the same time.”

     I couldn’t stop giggling. It did sound awesome. It also sounded hot. Sexy hot. My cunt was so wet and hot I couldn’t keep my fingers out of it.

“Here baby, let me do that. You do me. Kiss me Mandy. Kiss me then fuck me good babe. Make me scream from a pleasure overload.”

     I did. We did. Jimmyslut was momentarily forgotten as Tricia and I made nasty lesbo love to each other. It almost always happens like this when we snuff a guy together. It makes it all so much better this way. We get to combine our two favorite things, snuff and sex. It’s like the two are made for each other. At least they’d made to go together if you’re a couple of cruel and horny girls like us.

I was sweating and panting and oh so happy when we stopped. I must have come half a dozen times. Trish had even more orgasms than me. Or at least she gasped and moaned and screamed like she was. And judging from the wet hair plastered to her head and the blissful grin on her lips I think it’s safe to say my lover had a good time.

    I stretched and got up to get us each some water and a yogurt. A girl’s got to keep her energy up when she’s fucking her lover and snuffing boys. Trish wasn’t satisfied with one yogurt so she whipped us up an omelet.  It hit the spot. After Tricia slid the eggs out onto the plates she came over and held the hot skillet against jimmyslut’s cock. Had to get the boy’s attention. We wanted him alert and fully aware of what was happening to him when we snuffed him. So after we finished our rejuvenating snack Trish got some drugs and injected them into our victim’s I.V. She’s a nurse. She knows about that kind of crap. I’m glad she does too. She can keep a boy so wired and hyped up he feels twice the pain of a normal boy. And that’s a fine skill to have for a sadist.

     We’d left the two road flares stuck all the way up the kid’s butt when we started our little sex and snack break. And Trish had gotten out her lovely new device, the one made of wire and flare chemicals that we were going to shove down jimmyslut’s cock. It was time to do that now. Even with the drugs Trish gave him our boy was fading. I’d been hard on him before Trish got here. She’d had some fun torturing him while I’d introduced myself to jimmyslut’s friend David. Then we’d shoved sixteen inches of rough road flare up the kid’s ass. No wonder he was feeling a little groggy. I figured we’d torn something loose inside him when Trish shoved the last four inches of flare up him. Safe and sane BDSM protocols say you shouldn’t stick more than six inches of dildo up a butt hole. We had more than twice that in jimmyslut. So it seemed prudent to get to the snuff part sooner rather than later. Which suited both me and Trish fine.  The kind of raucous and wanton sex we’d just had always seems to put both of us cruel bitches in a killing mood.

     I held the boy’s cock steady while Trish threaded that deadly wire rod down jimmyslut’s pee hole. It took some doing to hold his prick still. Trish didn’t help by jamming the first six inches in and out of his cock over and over again. In and out, in and out, like she was scrubbing out a bottle. Or reaming out a boy’s cock. The stiff wire wand she was using to torture jimmyslut was coated in flare innards and the outside of the thing was rough as a corn cob. Jimmyslut couldn’t stop screaming. We laughed and laughed at the boy. He was in such a state that Trish had to stop for a couple minutes or he’d have passed out from the pain. Being a nurse she’s really good at judging a boy’s breaking point. She kept jimmyslut right on the edge of losing consciousness. We wouldn’t want our boy going to sleep on us and getting a break from all this delightful torture.

    I took over when we started again and I must have poked that thing in and out of the boy’s dick three dozen times before Trish said to stop. There were traces of blood on the metal rod. I wasn’t surprised. The coating was rough as could be. It was gritty. Just touching it lightly with a fingertip scratched the skin. I could imagine the damage we were doing running that course grained abrasive in and out of jimmyslut’s poor penis. It was like shoving a cheese grate down his pee hole. I could tell it was hell for our jimmyslut. Imagining how we were tearing up all the flesh inside his cock made me horny. I grabbed my main girl and planted a wet one on her lips. Then pushed my head between her legs and had me a taste of wicked all American girl pussy. Trish was as wet as me. So what the hell, we took another fuck break. Jimmyslut wasn’t going anywhere. We left poor little jimmyslut hanging there with that devilish twisted wire wand poking half way down the inside of his prick and had ourselves some of the best sex ever. Something about snuffing boys brings out the best in me.

    You’d think a girl would be exhausted after a dozen climaxes in little more than an hour. But I wasn’t. I was stoked. We had a boy to snuff and my lover Trish had the best cock torture I could imagine planned for our guest. Trish grabbed the end of the thickly twisted wire and started jamming it in and out of the boy’s cock again. I started laughing so hard I almost peed.  So I climbed up on jimmyslut’s face, planted my hot slit on his lips and let go. Once my piss filled his mouth I squeezed my urethra shut and let the boy drink my first golden gift. Then I filled his mouth again. And again. Jimmyslut drank it all. I planted myself on his face after I pissed in his mouth so he had to swallow. I still had some pee in me so I squatted over the boy’s mouth and let fly. Tricia was laughing her ass off as my piss squirted up jimmyslut’s nose and he started to cough and choke and suffer. The girl has focus though. Laughing as she was at jimmyslut’s misery she still managed to maintain her hand action and jam that wire in and out of our boy’s penis.

Watching her hand pump up and down, up and down reminded me of a boy jerking himself off. I made the jack off motion with my own hand and Trish started laughing too. Then I wrapped my fingers around the outside of jimmyslut’s dick and I practically swooned. I could feel that nubby coarse wire thing rubbing away inside his pee hole every time Tricia pushed it in and out, in and out. It was hot knowing what that rough coated thing was doing in there. If you’ve ever cut your finger grating cheese you know how those tiny rough cuts hurt. Jimmyslut was shrieking, Trish was giggling so hard she lost her grip on the wire a couple times and I was getting so aroused I slipped my free hand between my legs and masturbated ‘normally’ while Trish masturbated our boy in the most sadistic way possible.

     As erotic as it was to torture a boy this was Trish and I managed to stay out of bed this time. I wanted to light jimmyslut up. I wanted to burn him from the inside. I wanted our boy to know a pain he couldn’t survive. We hadn’t done that to a boy in a couple years. I remembered how that kid’s body contorted and bucked and jerked like he was having some sort of fit. I wanted jimmyslut to experience the kind of pain that would do that same thing to him. I planned on wrapping my legs around his body so I could sit on him when we snuffed him. I wanted to feel his body shake and hammer and eventually die.

     With one final savage stroke Trish jammed the rod all the way down jimmyslut’s cock. The poor boy was so traumatized by what we were doing to him he had no boner left at all. Even with an I.V. Cialis drip. So there was a good eight inches of metal poking out the end of his tortured and limp little dick. Tricia used that as a handle to get the leverage she needed to drive the sharp point of the twisted wire into the boy’s pubic bone. Once she felt the point bite into bone she had me get her a mallet. She pounded on the twisted heavy metal rod to drive it deep enough into jimmyslut’s pelvic bone to make a decent anchor for what she planned next.

     Our poor boy had lost whatever erection he’d had. Even the mega doses of Viagra and Cialis couldn’t keep jimmyslut’s cock hard. Trish was prepared for that though. Anchoring the sharp end of the wire in the boy’s pelvic bone gave us something to work with. Tricia used three wires twisted together for a reason. I held the boy’s hips down on the table while Trish used forceps to pull jimmyslut’s cock up the wire. She jammed the end of the forceps down his pee hole next to the wire and just started pulling. Jimmyslut screamed of course. We laughed.

      Once Tricia had his cock stretched all the way to the end of the wire she asked me to hand her some of the barbed needles. I did. My naughty girlfriend stuck a needle in the side of our boy’s cock head and wiggled it and pushed on it and wiggled it some more until she worked it through the twists in the wire inside his prick and the barbed point poked out the other side of jimmyslut’s dick. I was surprised at how little blood there was. Even disappointed some I think.

“Want to do the next one lover?”

     Hell yes! I took a needle and stuck it in the top of our boy’s glans. God it was something when I started pushing it through his flesh. Keeping a boy on anti-shock drugs and stimulates while you torture him is the way to go ladies. Trust me. Jimmyslut was shrieking and carrying on and thrashing so beautifully I decided to pull the needle out and start all over again. Poor boy! I pricked his prick half a dozen times before I decided I had the barb in just the right spot. Then when I hit the wire inside his penis I thought I’d gone to heaven. I had to really work that long sharp needle to get it through the twists on the wire. The barb was doing so much damage inside our boy’s cock head it made me climax. My body was shaking with those lovely little sex spasms you get when you have a sudden climax. Mt hand shook too as I kept torturing poor jimmylsut’s cock with that barbed needle.

     I finally got the needle through the wire and shoved it one last time till the barbed point popped out on the underside of our boy’s cock head. Trish knew what she was doing. The barb kept the needle from sliding back in. So our boy’s penis was stretched out over a foot long now, the stiff wire inside pinned at the base of his cock and at the tip as well. It was longer than jimmyslut could have ever achieved on his own. It was skinny of course. Jimmyslut had a foot long pencil dick. But its slender girth was more than compensated by the way our boy’s hips were convulsing as he tried to deal with the agony in his cock.

      Now that we had jimmyslut primed and ready to light up we had decisions to make. From past experience we knew a boy could survive close to an hour once we lit up the road flares in his butt. A strong boy like jimmyslut might make it an hour and a half. So the question was, were we ready to start that final countdown or were there other wicked games we wanted to play with jimmyslut first?

“He can stay like this for hours and hours if we don’t set off the flares Mandy. You want to start or did you have something else you wanted to do to our boy first?”

      I grinned at my lover and nodded yes. Then cleared up the ambiguity by saying yes, I had lots more games to play with our boy. Tricia laughed and said she’d hoped I’d say that. I picked up the pack of Virginia Slims and plucked out a cigarette before offering the pack to Trish. We lit up, savored that first delicious lungful of smoke and then started burning our boy with our cigarettes. I was still straddling his belly so I started on his cock. Tricia started on his balls.

      I touched the hot tip of my cigarette to the boy’s cock head careful not to let my cigarette’s hot coal touch the wire fuse poking out from the boy’s dick. Then I used my burning cigarette to slowly trace a line down the length of his prick. I caressed his skinny dick with the smoldering coal of my Virginia Slim from head to base, dragging the wickedly hot tip slow enough to leave a nasty burn on the boy’s flesh. It was lovely. Once I reached his belly I took a long drag then burned my way through his pubic hair and down to the skin on his abdomen half a dozen times before starting a trail of seared boy flesh from the base to the head of his cock. I got three splendid foot long burns up and down that boy’s cock before my cigarette was smoked down to the last half inch. With no ashtray in sight I took one last drag then shoved the business end of my cigarette up our boy’s left nostril. God how he howled! He threw his head back and forth so violently I was sure he’d dislodge the still burning butt I’d stuck up his nose. But he didn’t. And his huffing and puffing from the exertion and pain just kept my cigarette burning longer. It’s a special treat when a boy helps you torture him even more. Jimmyslut was giving us quite a show.

     Tricia burned our boy’s balls while I worked on his cock. The dozens of barbed needles were still stuck fast deep in jimmyslut’s balls. Tricia burned the boy’s skin at the base of each of those needles. The she started on the untouched skin in between. With me burning his cock with my cigarette and Trish branding his balls with her cigarette we were doing a pretty good job of preparing our victim for his trial by fire. But our boy didn’t seem to appreciate our kind efforts. He kept shrieking and struggling and carrying on like he wanted us to stop. Which is exactly the state I like to keep a boy in before I snuff him. Sometimes a girl can push a boy too far too fast and he just wants it to end. He begs you to kill him. We’d get jimmyslut to that point eventually. It’s only when a boy pleads with you to end his life that you know you’ve tortured him enough. But there’s no reason to get to that exquisite time too soon.

“Now that was fun. What’s next on the agenda girlfriend? You must have something special you want to do to our boy before we light him up Trish. Go for it babe. Show jimmyslut just how cruel you can be.”

     Tricia leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back. I had my hand wrapped around our boy’s long artificially stiff cock and the sensation of that wire inside vibrating as I jacked off jimmyslut was sensational. Especially since the four long burns I’d made on the outside of his dick kept the boy in even more agony as my fingers rubbed that tender, freshly blistered flesh.

    Tricia’s a nurse. She knows things about anatomy and pain and keeping a boy alive long after he wants to die that I’ll never understand. Fortunately she and I are lovers. So I get to watch and enjoy as she does things to boys that I’d never imagined possible. She did something like that to jimmyslut now. She started with a simple ice pick.

“You’ll need to get off jimmyslut for this Mandy hon. I need access to his chest.”

    I slid off the boy. I gave his cock a good shake before I did. He howled. I smiled at my lover and watched as she poked the ice pick in jimmyslut’s chest. She didn’t push it far at first, just jabbed the point in about a quarter of an inch.  When she pushed down on the slender metal pick I could see that she’d placed it between two of our boy’s ribs. I raised an eyebrow as a silent question. Trish just smiled at me and pushed on the ice pick. It must have hurt jimmyslut because he started shrieking again. God that kid had a set of lungs on him. At least he did till Trish punctured one of them with the ice pick. Tricia jerked the ice pick back and forth and tore a nice medium size hole in the boy’s chest. I could only guess at the damage she’d done to his lung.

     He kept screaming but now it was with half the force as before. He sounded funny. And air wheezed out of the hole in his chest. The kid was getting visibly weaker. And his lips were turning blue. Tricia waved her arm over to where we keep the emergency supplies. We have oxygen, a portable defibrillator and some other medical equipment that comes in handy when you want to prolong a man’s suffering. I wheeled the tank of oxygen over and Tricia hooked up that little clear plastic tube behind jimmyslut’s neck and stuck the two tiny nozzles up his nose.

“His lung’s deflated. If you remember your high school anatomy you’ll appreciate that he’s got two lungs. So this won’t kill him. But it does cut his oxygen supply in half. This external tank will keep his blood oxygenated enough so he can enjoy the pain. Now, put your hands over the wound and press down Mandy. Don’t be concerned about pushing too hard. Go on. And watch his reaction.”

     I put my hands palm down on jimmyslut’s chest and pushed down. I leaned into it and got half my body weight over my hands. As I applied pressure his hips gyrated all over the place, his torso lurched on the table and he screamed like a crazy man. It was thrilling. So I pushed harder. And was happy to see jimmyslut suffer more. It was fun to push, then ease off, then push down real hard again, then ease off. The poor boy was going insane. I got into a nice rhythm bouncing my weight up and down over the hole Trish had punched through his chest and into his lung. This is why I love Tricia. She finds marvelous new ways to torture boys all the time.

“Now let’s break some ribs. That’s about as excruciating an injury you can have. I think half a dozen broken ribs will do our boy some good don’t you?”

     We used the mallet Tricia had used to pound that wire device into jimmyslut’s pubic bone. It was a nice heavy mallet. We took turns pounding on our boy’s chest. It takes a lot of blows to actually break a rib. Poor jimmyslut. He had dozens of bruises starting to darken his skin before we even finished. And oh how he shrieked when we broke a rib. Tricia had to up the amount of stimulants she was giving him to keep him from passing out. I played the bouncy game on his chest after we broke each rib. The look in that boy’s eyes was priceless. It was mostly agony but there was a nice mix of fear and hate and shock and bewilderment too. But it’s the pain I saw in his eyes and his face that set me off. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled Tricia to me and put my lips on hers and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth. I was so fucking horny. Without even thinking about it I swung a leg up over jimmyslut’s and climbed up on his chest like he was a horse. I grabbed handfuls of our boy’s hair and rode him like I was being chased by a devil. Only in this case I was the devil and poor jimmyslut was never going to get away. Until we snuffed him.

It was perfect. Just squeezing my legs tighter sent his body into convulsions. Bouncing up and down on him like I was on a galloping horse worked even better. I still had my lips locked on Tricia. She’d managed to work one of her hands between our boy’s chest and my legs. I felt her fingers slip into my pussy and I was soonmad with lust. I freed one of my hands from jimmyslut’s hair and cupped one of Tricia’s breasts. I stroked her nipple with my thumb. She responded by plunging her tongue deep down my throat and slipping her fingers deeper into my pussy. It was too much. I started to climax. I thought about holding back but then decided to just go with it. Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure flooded my body as orgasm after orgasm shook me so hard I almost fell off jimmyslut. Just when I though the ecstasy was over jimmyslut would convulse under me in agony and another climax would send delightful spasms through my body. I don’t know how long it lasted and I lost count of how many climaxes I experienced but when I came to my senses jimmyslut was limp beneath me and my lover Tricia was grinning from ear to ear.

“God that was good. I didn’t kill the little slut did I. Jesus Trish. Who knew you could have some much fun with a couple of broken ribs. Please tell me he’s still alive. I want to do that again lover! That was fucking unbelievable.”

     Tricia laughed. She told me he’d just passed out. He’d come around soon enough. Then she giggled and said she hadn’t seen me so excited since I’d gotten my third snuff, since my twenty five in twenty five revelation. That was eons ago. I’d been sixteen. Tricia and I had killed our Dad’s together for our first snuff. It was a year a later before I got my second kill. Mom wanted to make sure I had a fool proof plan. I guess I did cause my plan was to snuff a foolish boy and I did. Then I did my third a fourmonths later and it was like a religious experience or something. Snuffing that guy had been a revelation. I’d never had so much fun. It was like just now with jimmyslut. I started coming and coming and the orgasm went on for like forever and it was so intense I was just in love with the idea of snuffing every boy I knew. So I’d blurted out to Trish after my third snuff that I wanted to get twenty five kills by my twenty fifth birthday. Twenty five by twenty five became a joke between us whenever we saw a boy we liked. I got my twenty five by the way. With more than a month to spare. Riding jimmyslut like I’d just done put me back in that same youthful mind set where every snuff is special, every boy’s death is a chance to learn something more about myself.

“Wake our boy up Trish. You’ve got to try that. Then let’s fuck his tongue again. We’ve got to take this boy to a level of pain that even now he can’t imagine. Ride this slut babe. Climb up on his broken ribs and make him suffer so you can soar.”

    She did of course. Jimmyslut’s body was a wreck when Trish finished. And my lover girl was panting and grinning and almost delirious joy. God it’s good to hurt boys like this. I pulled her off our boy and took her to bed again. I couldn’t help it. My body was singing to me. The merest touch of my Tricia’s lips on my skin set me off. The thrill of her fingers gently probing between my thighs made me quiver with almost unbearable pleasure. When she penetrated me and thrust her hand in and out in that unique way only my lover knows I had the most powerful orgasm yet. That’s why I like to torture boys so much. It gets me in just the right mood to have the kind of awesome sex girls like me deserve. Of course I returned the affection. Tricia got off too. We did a sixty nine as we came to the wails of jimmyslut crying for his Mommy.

     It all became a blur after that. We were both in that magical place where everything just works effortlessly. Tricia grabbed a couple left over barbed needles and stuck them under the finger nails on jimmyslut’s index and ring finger. That got the boy’s body shaking real good so I took my cigarette lighter and burned his toes until they were little blackened crisps. We hugged and kissed then pounded on our boy’s chest full of broken ribs. I climbed up on his face and forced his stud encrusted tongue up my slit.  Tricia grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head back and forth so his stiff tongue could give my hot wet cunt a decent workout. We traded places and Tricia rode the boy’s face while I jerked his head this way and that, hoping to give my lover the ride of her life and hoping I’d scramble our boys brains in the process.

     We embraced over the boy. We licked and kissed and fondled each other until both of us were ready to climax. Then Tricia flicked her lighter and started on our boy’s tits again while I used my lighter to burn a few of his fingers. I came first. When jimmyslut’s body lurched up off the table I climaxed. Trish had her orgasm a second later when jimmyslut let loose with the most incredible shriek. It was the kind of scream you heard when a man was dying and he knew there was no reprieve. It was heavenly. Trish and I both climaxed again, together this time.

“It’s time lover. If I have many more climaxes like that I’ll be too tired to light this boy up. Let’s do him T. Let’s turn our boy into an inside out candle.”

      Tricia nodded yes, a beautifully cruel smile on her lips. We were ready. Time for jimmyslut to die. There was maybe half an inch of coated wire sticking out of the end of our boy’s dick. Tricia and I both flicked our Zippos, we both moved the flame to jimmyslut’s cock, we both bathed the head of that boy’s prick in our lovely flames. The wick poking out of his pee hole sputtered then ignited. A sparkler like shower of fiery sparks shot out of the end of our boy’s cock. For a full minute the hot little embers landed on his balls and his stomach and his upper thighs. Jimmyslut shrieked like it was the worst pain he’d ever felt. Then the fire burning at the tip of his cock went inside the boy. His shrieks got louder, the tone popped up an octave. Now he was starting to understand what real pain was like. We were subjecting our boy to the kind of agony nobody can survive. I felt good all over.

     Once the sputtering fire was contained within jimmyslut’s cock I wrapped my hand around his prick. I could feel the heat in there through his flesh. I slid my hand up and down his cock a few times just because it was fun to feel how hot it was at the top and how normal it was at the base. Tricia put her hand on the boy’s dick and jacked him off some too. She laughed. She’s beautiful when she laughs like that, all bubbly and happy because she’s snuffing a boy. I kissed her. She kissed back. I was tempted to take her to bed again. But I didn’t. Not yet. We’d fuck again soon. After we’d finished setting jimmyslut on fire from the inside. Then we’d make sweet love together and it’d be wonderful just like it was every time we jumped into bed together after snuffing a boy.

     Three inches of road flare fuse stuck out from jimmy’s butt. The flares were jammed completely inside the boy. I let Trish light it up. I was having too much fun jacking off the boy’s super-hot cock. I had to hold his prick loose between my fingers it was so hot. Needless to say things got hotter once the road flare ignited. Trish held the flame of her lighter against jimmyslut’s butt much longer than she needed to set the flares off.  I didn’t blame her. Torturing a boy like this was just so fucking good. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a boy’s hips convulse so hard before. Heck, his whole body was jerking and twisting and shuddering so hard it’s a good thing we had him tied down. Jimmyslut’s body was gyrating so violently he dislocated his shoulder. Trish, ever the nurse, said it was an anterior, or forward, abduction. I didn’t have a clue what that meant but I knew it had to hurt the boy like hell. Jimmyslut was screaming his head off.Poor guy. The kid couldn’t catch a break.

With the flares burning inside his cock and his butt hole now Trish and I could finally prep the boy for the Grand Finale. We had maybe another thirty or forty minutes with him before the fire we’d lit inside him killed him. It was difficult to judge cause we’d never flared out a boy’s butt at the same time we burned out his penis. In any event, jimmyslut’s agony wasn’t going to last much longer and there were still things we could do to make his final minutes even more painful.

     We keep scented lamp oil in the studio for situations like this. Tricia pulled the oxygen tubes from jimmyslut’s nose. She handed me some latex gloves, took some for herself and we both gloved up. Then we poured small amounts of oil on our protected hands. I went to work oiling up jimmy’s cock while Trish put a good coating on both his balls. The heat inside the boy’s dick was fierce. It felt good in my hands. His prick almost seemed alive the way it twitched and jerked in my grasp. But it was hot. Too hot to handle for long. I made quick work coating the outside of his now broiled cock. Tricia had to work around all the barbed needles stuck in the boy’s testicles so I finished first. I slopped some o=more oil on jimmy’s cock and let the excess run down the inside of his thighs.

     Then we both oiled up his chest. Of course we had to push on it pretty hard. Not to spread the oil. Just cause we both just loved the way his body contorted when we pounded on his broken ribs. After we tortured his ribs some I worked more of the lamp oil in his hair while Tricia lovingly covered his tongue and his cheeks and his chin with a thin veneer of the sticky oily stuff. And we were done. For now. We kept the bottle of lamp oil close for future need.  Jimmyslut had started to smell after a day of torture. The sweat, the piss in his mouth. The seared flesh, it all added up to an odor that some find objectionable. Trish and I weren’t bothered so much. The boy’s pungent aroma was due to the various indignities and tortures we’d subjected him to for the last thirty hours. To us that aroma represented cruel fun and sadistic excess and the ultimate thrill for a wicked girl. We could live with the smell know what we’d done to make it. Even so the orange cinnamon scented oil was appreciated.

     We use oil instead of gasoline when we burn men because, first, the oil smells better, and second, the oil coats the skin and stays in place when you finally set the boy on fire. The flames last longer. If we needed jimmyslut’s body found we’d have to make his death look like an accident and use whatever fuel was appropriate: gasoline for a faked car accident, heating oil for a house fire, paint solvents for machine lubricants or an industrial accident. But nobody knew we had jimmy. We were going to destroy his body. Nobody but us would know what happened to the boy. Well, me and Tricia and David. He was still tied to the St. Andrews cross watching everything we did to his friend. He’d know exactly how we’d killed jimmyslut. But we didn’t have to worry about David. We weren’t going to let him go.

     Once we had our boy coated in oil in all the right placesTricia and I stood next to him just enjoying the show he was putting on for us. His body was possessed. These delicious little spasms were wracking his frame from head to foot. Waves of convulsions coursed up and down the boy, sometimes shaking his so violently his hips lurched off the table like he was trying to thrust his cock into some imaginary vagina only he could see. Or maybe his body was in such excruciating pain he just could help it. Either way it was fun to watch. We stood there nuzzling each other while we each kept a hand on jimmyslut’s body. Feeling how furiously his muscles contracted and quivered and shook was a real turn on. Especially when one of us punched him in his needle pierced balls or twisted one of the rings piercing his tits. But mostly it was the road flares burning away inside his A-hole and the triple twisted wire coated with combustible chemicals blazing inside his penis that made the boy such a joy to be with.

“Look at David over there lover. He’s got a boner. A big one too. Cialis doesn’t do that to a boy unless he’s turned on does it? The drugs don’t get a man aroused do they? They just make it easier for him to get a stiffie if he’s already in the mood right?”

“That’s’ the way it works Amanda. So if our Davey has a hardon it must mean he’s getting off on watching his buddy die. You talked to him. Think he’s that much of a subbie? What’s his story? Did some nice woman teach him to appreciate violent vixens like us?”

“His Auntie Emily did a number on the boy. We may have to revise our plans for David. Loyal and obedient slaves are such a chore to train. Looks like our boy over there is well on his way to being a real slave.”

     Tricia just laughed then pulled off her gloves. It was time. Jimmyslut didn’t have much longer to live. The last of our fun with him was about to start. I pulled off my oil coated gloves too. They’d done their job and kept our hands oil free while we played with jimmy’s tortured body. We were going to set him on fire now. So he’d burn alive from the inside and the outside. We’d never quite done it this way before. It promised to be so much fun.

     Tricia grabbed her lighter and started the boy’s balls on fire. The flames slowly spread to his thighs then his cock. Jimmy thrashed so violently little flecks of burning oil flew around and burned him some more. I picked up the bottle of oil and poured a health amount in arc of jimmyslut’s eyes. Before I did I paused long enough for one last look into the boy’s soul. He was in terrific pain, that was clear. He was also terrified. Panicked may be a better description. Then there was the psychic hurt that was so evident as he looked up at me. I pulled Trish over so she could see it too. She giggled, I kissed her, she slid her hand between my legs and as we both stood there gazing down into jimmyslut’s tortured, nearly dead stare I poured the oil in his eyes, flicked my lighter to life and touched the bright little flame to his hair.

     The oil lit, he flung his head back and forth. Trish and I stepped back a bit. The flames traveled down his forehead, along his cheek, across his mouth and tongue. Small pillars of flame burned out of his eye sockets, like tiny lamps. The room was glowing with light from the boy’s flaming body. He was being consumed by fire now. It was glorious. I looked at Tricia, then at jimmy. His body gave one final heave and then went still. We held each other tight. I kissed her deep, long, wet. We glanced at the boy again. He hadn’t moved. I whispered in my lover’s ear.

“We did that darling. We snuffed that boy. God that was fun.” I sighed, utterly content.

“I know babe. And it was splendid wasn’t it. I’d like to hear how Kim and Lauren’s story can possibly top this.” she giggled.

    The next few hours were a blur of glorious, tender, generous, loving sex. It’s always like that after snuffing a boy. Before we kill him, while we’re still torturing him the sex is all greedy and hard and intense and eager. Once we’ve satisfied our sadistic needs our sexual needs seem not so fierce. My body is still keyed up from the snuff but it’s more like a relaxed alertness, a comfortable contentment. It’s nice. Snuffing boys is nice too. Real nice. Both ways of feeling are nice, just in different ways. Best of all I know I’ll get to feel both these ways again soon. I have to get back home tomorrow. I have two stepsons and a husband that need attending to. At least one of them is going to die a painful death when I get back. Maybe two. I haven’t decided yet. But there’s time. And right now my lover’s legs are spread and I want to taste her intoxicating pussy again.