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Subject: {ASSM} "To The Victor, Goes The Spoils" (MF, EXHIB, RP, VIOLENCE)
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Date: Sun, 01 Mar 2009 18:10:02 -0500
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"To The Victor, Goes The Spoils", by B-Guy (MF, EXHIB, RP, VIOLENCE) 

*This particular story is extremely violent in nature. It was written shortly 
after reading a very vivid book about a serial killer. I do not condone 
violence, rape or things of that ilk. It is just a really sick story if you get 
off on such things occasionally. You were warned. B-Guy 
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On the phone, I heard a dry flat voice say "Hello". I said "Is this Victor?", 
"This is Victor Machett" he said flatly. "Victor, this is Gwenn Pagent" I paused
waiting then continued "I'm so glad to finally get to speak with you". There 
was another pause. "Yeah, I've heard of you. (cough) You were in the movies 
right? Why do you want to speak to me?" he laughed scoffingly. 

I phoned him at the halfway house in Fountain Valley. Victor was released from 
state prison about a month earlier. The community-run boarding house helped 
cons get jobs, counseling, and have time to reestablish themselves. Sex 
offenders like Victor had mandatory psychological sessions. 

Stammering, I continued "I.. I'm thinking of taking a part in a new movie. " I 
was so nervous at this point, I was just sweating bullets. "umm. Yeah, I'd play 
a celebrity who has a really bad attitude and is really mean to other people. A 
drug using bitch who everyone secretly hates, but is popular in the press. At 
one point my character is attacked and raped in the park while jogging". I 
paused, knowing that Victor was a convicted serial rapist. His third victim was 
attacked and raped while jogging in a park. Nearly fatally beaten. His 
conviction brought him an 8-year prison sentence. Released only a month ago, I 
had no idea what his reaction to this might be. I only knew I had to get him 
interested to do what I wanted. I paused again. 

He said "and you want to interview me about that? You're kidding right. I just 
got out. I wanna forget all that" I cut him off. "No no don't worry. It's 
not an interview. Huhhh." I sighed and swallowed hard and felt my mouth go dry 
"I want you to be in the movie ..as my attacker. I want to pay you do.. " 
Swallowing hard again " to do the same thing to me as you did to Anita-ann 
Baker. .. I want to pay you money and film you commit.. doing.. the same thing 
that you did that landed you in prison for 8 years... I want to be raped by you, 
on film, and pay you to do it." At that I paused breathing hard. My heart was 
slamming in my chest. 

I heard this horse laugh from the phone "he ha ha ha ha cough cough.. What a 
sick fucking thing to say. Fuck. Who said you could contact me like this?" he 
barked. 

"No one, no one Victor" I pleaded " I read about what happened to Anita. It has 
to happen to my character in the movie. She..I want it to happen to me. The 
attack, the beating, I want to resist as hard as I possibly can, no faking, no 
holding back, totally real. And I want you to do the same. To overcome me, " I 
said innocently, " to hit me as hard as you can, JUST like Anita." I was audibly
panting now "I want you to beat my body down until I can't put up any 
resistance, then you could strip me and, finally, take my sex by force. " I 
paused "I understand you were sent to prison for this. This time you won't be 
committing a crime. I grant you absolution. I..I mean, If someone like me had 
known what you desired, you should never have had to go to the Wild for your 
satisfaction. I WANT you to steal my soul. I never want to forget that day. I 
want to look in the mirror and see permanent reminders of that experience. And 
most of all I want you to see me. After you've finished with me, instead of 
running away, I want you to watch me struggle, un-assisted. I'm giving you the 
chance Victor, to get eight years of your life back using my body." I was 
raving deliriously "you will be filmed doing this so that everyone can see it 
happen to me whenever they want." 

I heard him breathing hard. I added finally "Victor, that girl in the movies? 
You can take her as prey. What do you say?" I had my fingers beating back and 
forth on my clit. My vadge was dripping onto the chair seat. 

There was a long pause. "They'll throw me back into prison if I did that". I 
said "We've thought about that. We will take some steps, contracts, no filming 
in the US, etc. But yes, it is very possible they would try to do that to you 
yes. In fact I would definitely expect them to try. But Victor, you will have 
my permission. Is it worth it no matter if you did end up there? You'd always 
own my soul. You could see it on film whenever you like." 

He said "I'm not sure I could do.. what I did again while cameras were there". 
I said "We'll give you a big cup of Viagra, and ANYTHING else you desire 
beforehand. I'm not worried about the sex Victor, I'm worried you won't be 
able to hit me for real. You'll see me and then chicken out. I don't want to be 
humiliated either. If that happened I would be angry. I mean if there is the 
slightest holding back on your part, if you can't.... Look you broke 4 of Anita's 
ribs, her fingers were broken, her face was a pulp, It did not say what happened
to the rest of her. Look, I can handle that, every bit of it, and Victor, I 
want more. This is my rape. Not Anita's. I expect to be treated like you 
wanted to treat her, not how you did. Can you do it to me or not?" I said 
frantically. 

Victor sighed a few times. I could hear him smoking a cigarette. "I want to 
give you something to look forward to Victor" I said in a twisted sexy way "I 
want you enjoy this. I could choose anybody Victor. What will you do with your 
second chance?" I paused. "Imagine the look on Anita's face when she sees it" 
I laughed, "on the prosecutor's, on the jury's". 

A raspy voice answered "I'll do it". "Good!" I shouted. "Then you'll be 
contacted there in a couple of months. This is the last time you and I will 
probably need to speak. Do you have anything you'd like to say to me or 
anything you want me to do?" I asked with a baiting innocent tone. I heard a 
cigarette exhale. "Are you scared at all?" He asked. "I am fucking terrified" 
I answered. "Good. I'll make certain you're not lying" Victor said. My spine 
shivered and I hung up. 

The director Damian Oliver approached my with the script originally. It was my 
suggestion to re-write it with my character as only a supporting role. Not the 
star. And have this scene be the hidden climax, in a Hitchcock kind of way. 
Damien loved it. I tantalized him explaining what I had in mind about the rape 
scene. He was totally aroused by the time I was done. This was apparently a 
huge male fantasy. Filming a fake rape was one thing, watching a real celebrity 
BEING really raped was another. I knew he could not resist. 

Damien interviewed Victor about the scene, then called me into his office for a 
meeting. He was in shock and having second thoughts. "Damien, you knew it had to
happen, you just have to plan your shooting schedule around it. After the 
attack, I'll be in the hospital for weeks." I said. Damien `He's not kidding, 
he's going to really harm you Gwenn, I'm not sure I can handle it, or the crew".
"Damien, you are just going to have to film it yourself, with a small handpicked
crew and many fixed angle cameras to get every possible dimension. This is your 
Oscar setup, so use every tool. You know exactly what he will do. And Damien, 
I don't want any interference. The camera's roll and don't stop. After he's 
done, you still roll. I'll give you a code word, then and only then will you 
cut. I want my aftermath to be recorded. And Damien, I want a close-up on my 
vagina, with Victor's cum leaking out. That will be MY Oscar moment. So get a 
donation from him ahead of time. You'll have to us a baster to get it in there 
after the attack. I'm sure to be in pain, so get the shot." I said. "God dammit 
I'll only have one chance at this opportunity, you get the damn shot" I yelled. 

The film schedule ran with three weeks of principal photography. The main 
character was Angie Hart. She read about the rape scene but was never given 
full information. Only that my character was to be raped, and after that, the 
character would lose her awful cruel power and become a frightened nobody 
overnight, rejected by the press, her fans and friends. It was an exciting role 
even without the killer scene. 

My scene was to be shot last. All the other cast and crew were dismissed after 
the setup. Filming was set in a closed backlot, setup to look like a public 
park. I was dressed in a jogging outfit. Tight shorts, a sports bra and 
halter, a red bandana, sneakers and a fanny pack. It was how Anita was dressed. 
I asked that I not see Victor until the actual attack if possible. 

Damien did not disappoint, There were 6 robotic cameras, transparent sidewalk 
sections, massive lighting, and three hand held hi-def cameras. He had one, and 
the director of photography and his assistant held the other. A sound man, and 
his assistant were there. That was it. I did several takes just jogging by, a 
few fake reactions in case the real one was bad, some fake falls, some stunt-man
like pain reactions. Then it was time for the final scene. 

I was in a barn with the assistant director. A walkie-talkie squawked. "Roll 
tape, speed, Action" pause "Send Gwenn out Bill". Bill motioned to me out the 
door. 

I was pale as a ghost. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might blow. I 
was sweating under the makeup. I turned and started jogging up the hill. As I 
jogged passed Damien and his first camera and a small outdoor building I barely 
saw Victor lunge at me like a football player. He hit me like a linebacker 
hits a tackling dummy, low and hard. I was pushed off my feet, I felt my left 
ankle twist and winced as Victor drove me hard into the asphalt on my side. My 
left arm and shoulder ripped and burnished into the stones. I just started to 
scream when I felt a rag held by a tremendously powerful hand slam into my open 
mouth. His fingers gripped my teeth through his glove and I felt the rag get 
pushed in my startled gape. It was that quick. I could no longer scream. 
Immediately I felt him lean on my small frame with his weight and felt a blow to
my face by what felt like a stone. It was in fact his fist. I could see the 
cameras rush around me and felt the unbelievable pain and disorientation from 
the punch to my head. I put my free hand up to my face and felt his hand grab my
wrist. His other punched through my outstretched fingers into my face. My index 
and middle fingers snapped like carrot sticks and hung down by the skin. The 
fist landed against my cheek and nose, which exploded in blood. He let go of my 
wrist and I pulled my arm away toward my face. Seeing my twisted broken fingers 
I began to shock out. I saw him rise up and rain down a blow against my exposed 
side. His fist cracked through my tiny rib cage with a loud snap. My nose 
shot out a mist of blood. I've never conceived of such pain. I actually felt 
the ribs pierce my right lung , I could feel a trickle of fluid deep deep 
inside. 

I was so shocked I was not really resisting him. He pinched the sides of my 
mouth and shoved the rag fully in. Then I looked at his face. He put his two 
fingers under my upper front two teeth and smiled at me. Then punched me square 
on them. He knocked those two teeth right off backwards into his fingers. I 
was only able to make a sick snorting honk as the pain racked my body and my 
breathing through my bruised nose was barely working. I felt him pull the teeth 
out, ripping my gums away and he tossed them aside in the dirt. He pulled me up 
like a limp sack. And put me down behind the service building in the exact 
camera cue mark. I was picked up from every possible angle. All I could make 
out was the glare of lights and shadows as my head was reeling and trying to 
scream through the rag. I whinnied. 

Victor pulled out a knife and cut my clothing off right down the middle. His 
knife was careless and nicked my chest skin and down my belly below my naval 
along the way in a red slice of flesh. He tore the cloths back and laid me out 
flat. I tried pinch my legs together and felt a massive blow against my right 
breast. His hands tore my legs apart and he punched hard down into my womb and 
pubic bone. The pubis bone snapped under his blow. He then jabbed his gloved 
thumb into my vagina and started tearing it upwards and rubbing against my clit 
and urethra. This lasted a while. I was only thinking about my teeth and my 
head was pounding from the pain of being hit there. His fingers were pressing 
against the broken bones of my shattered mound. It was agony. He mauled my 
pussy with his gloved fingers. Then I felt him grab my right breast again and 
pinch it and twist it as though he were trying to tear it off my chest. It was 
a hideous sick pain. He played with the broken breast after that. It was 
swelling up and turning dark colors but he would not leave it alone. Then he 
unzipped his fly and unbuttoned is trousers. He then said something. In all my 
fantasies about this moment I forgot that he could speak. 

"Hey. How does that feel? You wanted to know right? I see how it feels. It 
feels good. Just like it did. Even better, because I can take as long as I 
want". I was staring up at him as blood rained down my lips onto my chest. He 
then grabbed my womb belly like he was fingering a bowling ball and pulled his 
penis forward. His massive thumb tilted my vagina entrance up and open. He 
slid his penis into me. I cried out a muffled cry and arched my back as It 
slid in easily. My eyes widened. As he pressed forward I felt the broken 
pubic bone rake into my lower guts. It was a crushing searing burning pain. I 
closed my eyes and felt him buck against the broken vagina. His Viagra inflated 
member stove into me. I could feel myself passing out from the pain and shock. 
As I drifted into blackness I felt a hard smell which jerked me back to 
consciousness. It was Damien holding a smelling salt against my nose. But 
Victor was STILL fucking me! 

Damen wanted to make sure I was awake through he entire scene. I looked at him 
with murderous eyes as my sex was forcibly taken from me. He pointed his camera 
carefully to catch my expressions of pain as the pleasure was being extracted. 
My body was dying but Victor was alive and on fire. He had a grunting laugh 
going as he fucked me. Then he grabbed my murdered tit and clenched his fingers 
into it tearingly and stiffened. I felt his cum squirt deep in me. He released 
the swollen breast and it immediately swelled like a black, stiff melon. 

"Ahh.. got myself that 'big city gal'... ahh" he sang. He pulled his deflating 
penis out of me. My vagina had caked it with a whitish gooey lather of its own 
juices. He stuffed it into his pants looking around at the cameras. He stood 
up. He put his boot against my knee, propping my legs apart and causing me to 
splay my vagina wide open and up, against the pressure. He stared at my broken 
sex organs, one sunken and shriveled, the other black and swelling, and stepped 
back. 

The cameras then surrounded me, keeping him away. I sat there on my ass while 
they filmed. I could not really move yet. I had my eyes closed. Damien was 
performing the final sequence, and injecting me with a turkey baster full of 
Victor's semen. I felt him jab it into my wounded canal and release it. Then 
cameras pointed at it. He moved around and pulled the blood caked rag from my 
mouth slowly. I began to cough from the blood in my lungs and thought. As I 
did, I felt myself vagina spasm and discharge his semen in a thick wet wad down 
my ass. The cameras were catching it all. Damien had briefed them all heavily 
and they all had been drinking. 

Then, crying like a baby, I motioned them away with my broken hand and tried to 
turn myself over. I made it to all fours. Coughing up blood from my punctured 
lungs and puking in down on the ground. 
"Aaaaaahhhhnnnnngg " I moaned "Aaaaaaaaahhhnnng" and coughed some more. The 
snapped pelvis was not letting me walk. I tried to signal them for help abut 
they all just stood there. I was crying and in agony. My bloody body swelling 
hideously. A bloody, toothless expression of terror frozen on my face. I just 
sat down on my ass flat. 

I gave in to everything then. I was beaten mentally. I was no longer in touch 
with reality. Victor was standing there watching. I mumbled the safety words 
"I wantttttt " I rasped in bloody tremor "tted dsss.. Sssshank-you Victor". 
At that all the cameras went down and I felt arms grab me. 
I was laid out flat. A stretcher appeared. A mask went over my mouth. When 
they lifted me up on the stretcher I screamed again and kept on screaming. I 
could see them prepping me and I felt a jab in my arm. I fell asleep. 

I had: Compound fracture of the index and forefinger, fracture of the ring 
finger. Dislocated shoulder with lacerations, a broken nose, a fractured cheek 
bone, lost a total of 4 teeth and cracked several others. I had a severely 
ruptured right breast which was septic. Multiple cuts along my abdomen and cuts 
to my labia from the knife. Vaginal lacerations from his fingers, a broken 
pubic bone. 

I had a twisted ankle and scabs along my left leg. My right ear was ringing and 
my right eye was black with possible damage to the ocular cavity. I had four 
broken ribs, a punctured lung, torn abdominal wall, and damage to my liver. 

My breast was not amputated, but they removed the interior gland and a 
reconstructed implant was installed. The side where the ribs were crushed had 
a long zippered scar from the surgery. There was a slice just below my panty 
line where they entered and surgically glued my pubic bone in place. My ankle 
was in a cast. I peed blood through a catheter for a week. 

As the surgery ended and I was beginning to come off the pain pills, Damien 
brought Victor up to visit. As he entered, I simply turned and vomited. I was 
in terror of the man. But yet I knew I could not give in to him. I tried to 
stand up to him. Show him how brave I was being. I smiled a toothless grin at 
him. I invited him to inspect my re-built vagina and get his curiosity 
satisfied. He was embarrassed, but looked deeply and for a long time at the 
naked thing all the same. It was so swollen. Like some weird plastic mock up. 

-- 
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