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Disclaimer: This story, while not describing real scenes of
sexuality and torture, introduces a new character who describes
his desire for these things.  If you are under 18, or if violent
imagery offends you, STOP READING NOW!!!  Also, this story is a
work of PURE FICTION AND FANTASY!  I wish no harm to the
celebrities that appear and do not intend for these stories to be
a threat against them.  I do not condone any of these practices
here in the real world.  If you take these stories seriously, you
are even sicker than I am! 

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Thanks, enjoy!
The Dungeon Master
Chapter Two: Famke Janssen

My life was getting better with each passing second.  My
state-of-the-art dungeon facility was fully functioning, it was
filled to the brim with wailing and crying bitches, and I had
just completed my first rape-murder, this of the once attractive
Emmy Rossum.  My Razor Cock device was still attached to my
mid-section (for details on what the Razor Cock looks like and
does, read my previous entry in these journals), dripping with
the blood, guts, and bile that once resided within Emmy's body. 
My powerful fucking job had loosened her insides up quite well,
as evidenced by the gore that now dripped from my Razor Cock and
the rest of my body, as well as that which continued to pour from
the various holes I had left in Emmy during our little session
together.  To top it all off, I had 25 cells full of nubile, hot
cunts just waiting for me.  Yes indeed, my life is grand.

After having finished my work with what was once Emmy Rossum by
impaling her head on one of my meat hooks, I took a short stroll
around the common area of my dungeon to allow the inhabitants to
view in full scale what came from time alone with me.  There must
have been about four pints of Emmy's blood spattered across my
chest and legs, and my girls were able to enjoy not only the
sight of that horror, but also the horror that now dangled
between my legs.  I am not simply referring to the Razor Cock
(although the sight of that contraption has been known to freak
people out a little), but also the length and girth of my massive
member.  It was still hanging flaccid (the plastic sleeve of the
Razor Cock is very pliable, so it bends and stretches as I need
it to), but even in its limp state, my prick still hangs about
halfway down to my knees.  As I have explained before, I am no
less than 12 inches when fully at attention.  I like to think of
it as one of my defining features.

As I journeyed from cell door to cell door, I enjoyed the variety
of reactions I got.  Some bitches sat rocking with their arms
around their knees, some held each other and cried, some
intentionally lowered their eyes as I passed, while others stood
defiantly at the doors of their cells, as if daring me to go
after them.  "Well," I thought to myself, "You'll all get your
wish eventually."  Other people in my position who do not have
the same patience or control as I do may have grown angry at such
reckless insubordination and attacked those cunts in the heat of
passion, but I simply laughed to myself.  I would enjoy them when
their time came.  Little did the girls know at this point, but I
had pre-determined the order and manner in which they would each
die.  I simply pulled their names out of a hat.  It was actually
a really fun activity, getting to see who would go when and how
it was almost like putting a puzzle together.  I like puzzles;
they keep me busy and my mind occupied when I'm not doing my real
work.

After several minutes of slow, methodical pacing, I arrived in
front of cell 1 and came to a stop.  This cell happened to house
some of the more powerful women in my possession.  Powerful not
only in terms of strength and size (though Stacy Kiebler
DEFINITELY had that market cornered in this cell), but also in
attitude, as well as influence in the media and their respective
industries.  Of all bitches in the cell, the time had come for
the one who was the oldest of the five, but actually did not have
a great deal of influence in Hollywood, but was known for playing
strong, often dark characters, my favorite of which was Jean Grey
(and Phoenix, of course) in the X-Men series.  I've always been a
fan of comic books, ever since I was a little boy, when the dream
of torturing famous hot women was merely a twinkle in my eye.

As I entered the cell to remove Famke Janssen and bring her
outside, the often powerful women around her seemed to think for
a moment about coming to her defense, but the sight of my Razor
Cock, the blood on my body, and the mad sparkle in my eyes seemed
to get to the better of them.  At first, they seemed mostly to be
concerned with whom I was going to take as my next victim, since
they all had terrified looks on their faces; Kate Beckinsale's
lower lip was actually quivering.  I enjoyed those looks as I
stared each one of them in the eye individually, sizing them up,
occasionally running my hand up their thighs or over their pussy
mounds.  All of those terrified looks turned to looks of relief,
however, as I passed them over.  All of them, that is, except
one.  When I stopped in front of Famke, her eyes went wide, she
took two steps away from me, and held her right arm out in a
defensive posture, as if this would keep me away or change my
mind.  She also started rapidly shaking her head from side to
side.

"Well, well, my dear.  It looks like your time has come."

"Why, why are you doing this to me?" Famke asked through her
tears.

"Why?  Well, because your name came up in the rotation, you
stupid cunt!"  As I explained my rationale, I grabbed Famke by
the wrist she held up in front of me, put my other hand on the
outside of her elbow, and gave her forearm a sharp, sudden jerk
outward, breaking her arm at the midpoint and leaving her in a
state of screaming pain.  The sound of the break was loud and
sudden, but it was nothing compared to the shriek that escaped
Famke's lips.

"AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" OH GOD MY ARM YOU
BROKE MY ARM YOU SONUVABITCH!  AAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAAH!"  I let
her go as she crumpled to the ground holding her ruined arm at
the shoulder.  Her entire forearm flopped uselessly on the floor,
sticking out at an angle that no human joint is ever meant to
go.

"Stop, where are you taking her?" Stacy Kiebler tentatively asked
me as I grabbed Famke's left ankle and began to drag her out of
the cell.  I responded with a sharp kick to her pussy, which left
her coughing and wheezing on the floor behind me.  Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Kate and Christina Aguilera kneel over
her and try to comfort her.  Meanwhile, Famke's screams continued
and even increased.

"NO!  NO YOU BASTARD WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME!  AAAAOOWWW! 
AAAAAHAHAHA LET ME GO YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!  LEAVE ME THE FUCK
ALONE!"  It was at this point that I made my first minor
adjustment to my original plans.  Originally I intended to take
Famke down to the same room in which I had enjoyed every inch of
Emmy's body, allowing her to take in the sight of carnage we had
left behind, even fuck her in a pool of Emmy's blood.  However, I
thought to myself, how much more effective and enjoyable it would
be to not simply torture and torment Famke that little extra bit,
but all of my naked guests at the same time.  I decided,
therefore, right on the spot, to simply drag her out to the
middle of the common area and do her right there, in full view of
the massive audience.  Once again, as with Emmy, I heard the
screams and cries coming from all around us.

"Who is that?  Who does he have?"

"It's Famke leave Famke alone, you fucker!"

"What is he gonna do to her?  Is he going to kill her, too?"

"LET ME GO, YOU BASTARD!"

"Where's he going with her?  Why is he stopping there?  What's he
gonna do?  Jesus Christ, he's not gonna hurt her here, is he?"

"Oh God, he's gonna do it right here in front of us!"

"STOP!  PLEASE LET ME GO!  PLEEE-HE-HE-HEEEEEEZE LET ME FUCKING
GOOOOOOOO!"

"Oh, fuck, I can't watch.  I can't fucking watch this."  I think
that last comment came from Michelle Pfeiffer, but I can't be
sure, what with the mixture of so many voices pounding my ears.

I eventually reached the very center of the common room, my
progress slightly hampered by Famke's insistent kicks and
attempts to break free.  I prepared to address the entire
congregation, and in order to ensure that Famke remained quiet
and still, I gave her two swift kicks to the stomach.

"Uuuugggh-hu-huh-hu..."  As she grabbed her torso with her good
hand and struggled to catch her breath, I stood up tall and spoke
in my most authoritative voice.

"Attention, once again, all you cunts and whores!  Although I
imagine you heard my encounter with your little friend a little
while ago" (I was, of course, referring to Emmy), "I feel that
you can't really get the true essence of what time spent in my
company can really be like until you see it.  I also feel that it
is only fair for you to get some sense of what is in store for
each of you.  Now, most of you will not experience the pleasures
of the Razor Cock like Ms. Rossum did and Ms. Janssen will..."

"NO! NO PLEASE DON'T GO IN ME WITH THAT THING GOD PLEEEEEASE!
UUUGGHH!"  I kicked Famke once more, harder this time, in the
mouth.  This shut her up very quickly.

"As I was saying, many of you will have a different fate in your
future, but this will at least give you a taste of what you can
expect when your turn comes up.  And believe me, your turn WILL
come up!"  As I finished my latest address to the massive crowd
of captive nude rape pigs, I got down on my knees on the cold
stone floor, mounting Famke's writhing body.  I spread her legs
apart with my own, and pinned her arms to the floor, above her
head, with each of my hands.  A fresh squeal escaped her pig
mouth as I manipulated, twisted, and slammed her shattered arm to
the ground.  There was now nothing between Famke Janssen's hot,
mature, hairy bush and my Razor Cock-laden prick.  As I explained
a while back, I really prefer my victims young, and at 44 years
old, Famke didn't quite fit that profile.  However, as I lined my
manpole up with her sweet cunt, I figured I could put that bias
on hold for a while.  After all, the older the cunt, the more
experience it's had, which usually means more exquisite pleasure
for me.  I prepared to experience that pleasure first hand as I
slowly eased the head of my dick past the tight folds of Famke's
pussy.  Unlike with Emmy, however, it took Famke a few moments
for the pain and torture that my Razor Cock inflicted to register
in her brain.  Once it did, though, the reaction was
instantaneous.

"Wha-wha-whaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!  OOOOOOOHHH GOOOODDDD
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!  GOOOOOODDDDD NOOOOOOOOOO!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  AAAAHAHAHA HUNGH HUNGH HUNGH
HUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGHAAAAAAAAAAAA!  TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT TAKE
IT OUT TAKE IT OUT TAKE IT OUT OOOOH GOD TAAAAAAKE IIIIIITT
OOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

As I listened intently and took in the sweet sounds of Famke's
suffering, it occurred to me that she was screaming almost the
exact same thing that Emmy had screamed not too long ago. 
Perhaps there was something connected to the Razor Cock, perhaps
there was some correlation between five sharps blades shredding
your pussy and the words that your brain formed.  Perhaps Famke
had heard Emmy from the other room and subconsciously repeated
what she had screamed.  Then again, perhaps it was simply
coincidence and Famke was merely reacting as any sane person
would to the sensation of their most sensitive of areas being
torn to pieces.  It also occurred to me, however, that these were
all irrelevant questions, especially when I had a cunt as fine as
Famke Janssen's to fuck.  I simply decided I was going to enjoy
this.

"That's right baby, let me hear you.  Ooooooh fuck yeah your
pussy feels so fucking good massaging my cock while it tears you
up.  Uuuuhhoooooo you feel even better than Emmy did when I raped
her ass to death.  I guess that's 'cause you're so much older and
more experienced than she is, huh?  Yeah, that's right, you old
fucking bitch.  Let that middle-aged cunt make my Razor Cock feel
sooooo fucking good!  God oh fucking God that's nice!"  I made
sure to speak these words directly into Famke's ear, since her
screams and wails likely would have drowned my words out
otherwise.  In the meantime, I decided I wanted to hear what some
of the folks in our audience had to say, so I placed one hand
firmly over Famke's mouth as I continued to drill her with my
manhood.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH GAAAAAAMMMMMmmmmmmmmm!"  She was quickly
muffled, although I still had to strain to hear over her voice
and the distracting sensation of my cock inside of her.  With
some effort, I was able to absorb some of the background noise,
though I was unable to tell from where it came.

"Oh my God, this isn't happening!  This isn't happening this
isn't happening!  Make him stop I can't take this!"

"FAMKE! FAMKE HONEY HOLD ON! HOLD ON WE'RE GONNA COME HELP YOU
PLEASE HOLD ON!"

"How can he do this?  Haylie, do something!  Why won't anyone do
something?!"  I had to assume, given to whom that last comment
was addressed, that it came from Hilary Duff, speaking to her
older sister.  While all this went on, I continued to drill my
way through Famke's rapebox, spraying the both of us with her
blood and creating a nice puddle around us.  She continued to
kick and struggle beneath me, but her efforts were all for
naught.

"Oh yeah oh yeah oh fuck yeah baby this cunt feels fucking great!
 Oh yeah is this how you fucking like it bitch?  Oooooooohh it
is, isn't it?  You like it nice and fucking hard?  You like how
those spikes are ripping your legs to shreds?  You like the way
those blades are slicing up your pussy walls?  Well, if you
fucking like that, bitch, then maybe we ought to step this up a
notch.  Huh?  How's that fucking sound, you little slut whore? 
Oh, it sounds fucking great to me.  Yeah, that's right.  Let's
turn you over and get this Razor Cock buried up your tight little
fucking ass!"  Due to her own screams and pain, I don't think
Famke actually heard my latest threat, but she would figure it
out soon enough.  I withdrew my pole from her frontal hole and
raised my blood-soaked body off of hers.  Her wails continued as
I got up and walked around a bit.  I wasn't worried because I
knew there was nowhere for her to go even if she were able to
walk, which I seriously doubted she was.  I took the opportunity
to stretch my legs, catch my breath, and walk over to cell 14,
where I calmly addressed Jessica Alba.

"Watcha think, honey?  How'd you like a taste of this monster
inside you?  You'll get your chance soon enough.  Or maybe you,
you little High School Musical slut."  This last comment was for
Vanessa Hudgens, who sat trembling in a corner.  I then addressed
the entire room once more.  "I hope you are all enjoying the
show!  It's too bad none of you have a cock, because that wailing
bitch bleeding all over my floor has some nice fucking pussy. 
Too bad you don't get to feel what that's like!"  By now, I felt
that I was ready to start again, so I walked back to the middle
of the room where Famke lay on her side, holding her leaking cunt
with her good hand.

"P-ph-p-please nn-n-n-no m-more.  Please I c-ca-c-c-can't
t-t-take anym-m-m-more."

"That's right, slut.  Get all that begging out.  I've heard it
all before and it won't do you a damn lick of good."  As I spoke
to her, I rolled Famke onto her stomach, eliciting renewed wails
from her, and her crying and breathing quickly sped up, realizing
what was about to happen.  I took my time mounting her from
behind, but once I did, I couldn't stand to wait a second longer.
 While most men in my position (that is, most men who walk around
with a 12-inch rod between their legs) would ease their way into
a bitch's ass, something told me this wasn't the way to go with
the fuck cow lying beneath me.  Without lube it may have been
difficult to simply ram my way home into such a tight opening,
but the blood that covered my Razor Cock provided more than
enough lubrication, and on my first attempt, I succeeded in
burying my first seven inches up Famke Janssen's tight, hot
rectum.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!  AAAAAAAAAAAAWWWAAAAAAAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAAAAAAA!"  It seemed
as though her ability to form anything resembling words had left
her and all she could do was scream to the heavens.  I grabbed a
handful or her hair and yanked her head up so that the cuntrags
in the cells in front of us could see her face.  With my other
hand I held up the weight of my body, and proceeded to fuck the
living daylights out of Famke's ass, quickly spraying the area
around us with blood, chunks of ass flesh, and perhaps a piece or
two or her colon.  Oh, and in case you're wondering; Famke
Janssen's ass? Niiiiiiiiiiiice.

"Oh my God you little fuck slut this is ass feels incredible.  Oh
God how the fuck can that massive cock fit inside there?  You
feel the way it's tearing that little asshole apart, huh?  You
fucking feel it, bitch?  Goddam that ass is fucking tight,
ooooooohhhh yeeeeeaaaaaaaah!  YEAH, FUCKING CHRIST YEAH I LOVE
FUCKING THIS FUCKING ASS!  CAN ALL OF YOU SEE HOW I'M POUNDING
INTO THIS TIGHT LITTLE ASS?  UUGGGGHH  OOOOOOOH FUUUUUUCK
YEEEEESSSSS POUNDING INTO THIS SWEET LITTLE SHIT TUBE!  YEAH THIS
IS GONNA BE ALL OF YOU SOON!  OOOOHH YEAH EACH ONE OF YOU IS
GONNA FEEL THIS 12-INCH ROD RIPPING UP YOUR INSIDES!  FUCK YOU,
FAMKE!  FUCK YOU, YOU DIRTY LITTLE FUCKING WHORE!  FUCKING TAKE
THIS GODDAM RAZOR COCK ALL THE WAY UP YOUR TIGHT LITTLE ASS,
BITCH!"  Famke's ass was feeling better and better the bloodier
and looser I made it.  Each stroke took me closer and closer to
orgasm.  I felt as if I could burst any minute, but, like I said,
I have some pretty incredible control when I want it, so I held
my own.  Meanwhile, Famke was still unable to form words.

"BBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HAAAAAAAAAAMMAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAAA!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" In my
heated, lust-filled state, I suddenly pulled my dick out of her
ass and stood up, yanking her up with me by her hair.  She was
unable to put any weight on her legs and basically hung limp by
her hair while I dragged her over to the door of cell 7 and
slammed her up against the bars.  The five bitches inside all
screamed and tried to run away, but Famke, following what could
only be the most base survival instinct, grabbed Jenna Fischer by
the wrist and pulled her in close.

"H-he-help me pleehehehehease f-f-fuh-fuh-fucking help me," she
begged the cute star of The Office.  Jenna tried to yank her arm
free, but Famke held her with all the strength she had left in
her.  As I came up behind my latest rape conquest, I reached
inside the cell, grabbed Jenna by the back of her hair as she
screamed and struggled, and pulled her face into the bars, mere
centimeters from my own.

"Oh, lucky you, cunt.  You get a front row seat to the show.  I
hope you fucking enJOY it!"  On the second syllable of "enjoy," I
once more rammed myself deep into Famke's ass, this time reaching
the 10-inch mark.  It only took three strokes before I finally
buried my entire manrod all the way up her poopshoot and felt my
ballsack bottom out against her blood-ridden cunt.

"WWWWWHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA  WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WWHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  HELP ME OH GOD HELP ME PLEASE HEEEEEEELP
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"  Apparently Famke had
learned how to use real words again.  I focused more on Jenna,
however, as I continued to hold her head tight.

"Oh, yeah, you like the action, bitch?  Fuck yeah, you like
watching me tear this fucking ass apart?  Oh shit she feels so
fucking good while I rape her sorry little ass.  God I can't
fucking wait to rip you up too!  You looking forward to it, slut?
 I sure fucking am!  I bet you got a sweet little cunt, dontcha?
You gonna give it up to me, huh?  You gonna give me that tight,
wet little hole?  Yeah, baby, hope you're fucking looking forward
to it, 'cause it's coming fucking soon!"  I had been nailing
Famke's shitter this whole time, and continued to do so as I
pulled Jenna's face in even closer and smothered her lips with a
hot, passionate kiss.  At the same time, I reached inside the
cell with my other hand and grabbed Jenna's cunt mound, quickly
inserting three fingers inside of her.  I loved the feeling of
her struggling against me.

"Mmmmmmmm, mmmphphpmmm!  MMMMMMMMMMMMHMHMHMHMHMH!"  She tasted
excellent.  I had little to worry about with Famke; my guess was
she was close to death at this point from extreme blood loss, so
I was able to focus everything but my cock and hips on violating
Jenna.  Once I felt I had given her enough of a taste of what was
to come, I pulled my fingers out of her wet little pussy and
brought them up to my mouth, licking her cunt juices off.  I then
smeared my fingers across Famke's face, increasing her
humiliation just a bit more.  I finally decided I was done with
Jenna and our little threesome, so I pushed her head away, then
violently slammed her face back into the metal bars as hard as I
could.

"UUUGH!" she shouted, before falling backwards into her cell,
clutching her face as blood poured from her nose.  I, meanwhile,
grabbed my rape pig by her hair, yanked her away from the cell
and spun her around, suddenly losing my balance and sending us
both sprawling to the ground.  I never withdrew my massive cock
from her ass, and ended up by falling directly on top of her,
slamming her tits and face into the hard stone floor.  I was
beginning to grow a little tired and was anxious to re-energize
with some food and drink, so I decided the time had come to
finally finish off the pathetic, screaming form of Famke
Janssen.

"Oh, God, bitch, I'm about ready to come.  You know what happens
when I fucking come?  It means you fucking DIE, you little cunt!
You ready?  You ready to meet your fucking maker?"

"PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASE! AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE GOD JUST
KILL ME!  KILL ME NOW PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE ANYMOOOOOAAAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGH! GHUG! GHUG!"  These last few odd noises
came as I slammed her face with all my might into the stone below
us.  Even though I was behind her, I could see the blood spray
from Famke's nose and mouth.  The third time I drove her head
downward, I heard a mouth-watering crunch that told me her nose
had shattered.  The next time, I heard a crack that I assumed was
her skull fracturing.  Finally, on the fifth time, I heard a
louder, longer crunching noise, and felt her face drive deeper
into the floor than it had before, and Famke lay still.  I
realized when I looked at her face a few minutes later that the
entire thing had caved in after I had completely shattered the
front of her skull.  In spite of the pleasure that taking Famke's
life gave me, I still had a job of my own to finish.

"Oooooohh, ohhhhhhhh fucking hell that ass feels nice!  Oh God
yeah I can feel it squeezing my fucking prick!  Shit yeah keep
massaging that fucking Razor Cock until I fucking come, you dying
little fuck pig, yeah!"  A moment after Famke's life left her now
completely worthless body, her bowels and bladder let go, and I
felt as the shit and piss that was still inside of her leaked out
of each of her holes.  It was strange, but the poop that my cock
was now driving through added a new sensation to those already
massaging it, and it was, interestingly enough, that very thing
that drove me over the edge.

"OOHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK YEAH BABY!  OOOH GOD ARE YOU ALL FUCKING
SEEING THIS SHIT?  OH GOD SHE'S FUCKING DEAD NOW AND HER SHIT IS
MAKING ME FUCKING COME INSIDE OF HER DEAD FUCKING ASSHOOOOOOLE! 
OOOOOOOHHH GOD I'M FUCKING COMING SO FUCKING HARD INSIDE FAMKE'S
DEAD FUCKING ASS!  OH SHE'S MAKING ME COME SO FUCKING
SWEEEEEEEET!  OOOOOOHH OHHHHHHHHHH
OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"  When my orgasm finally
subsided, I was almost completely out of breath, I was covered in
sweat, blood, piss, shit, and cum, and I couldn't have been
happier.  As I rolled off of Famke's corpse, I laughed out loud
and smiled to the heavens above, catching my breath and reveling
in the sensational post-orgasm afterglow that always comes after
raping and killing a hot, powerful bitch.  Emmy had been a nice
start to my project, but Famke was definitely a step up.  My mind
hadn't changed; I still preferred young little bitches, but I was
extremely satisfied.  

I looked and listened around the room to see and hear the crowd
of screaming girls clutching each other, crying aloud, vomiting,
some of the more desperate ones clawing at the walls or shaking
the bars of their cells to try to escape, and some of the even
more desperate and religious types praying for salvation. 
Knowing my work with Famke was not quite complete, I dragged her
bloody body over to her final residence, cell 1, lifted her up
under her armpits, and impaled her back on the meat hook that
hung waiting for her.  She swung slowly back and forth, a signal
to all who saw her of what was soon to pass for them.  I couldn't
wait to see what the room looked like with all 125 dead bodies
hanging from the ceiling.  What a gorgeous sight that would be.

Running through the list in my memory of who my next victim would
be, I remembered the manner in which she would be dispatched and
realized that my Razor Cock would not be needed.  I slowly and
carefully, so as not to cut myself, unhooked the belt strap above
my ass, eased the plastic sleeve off of my now flaccid cock, and
slipped the device off of my body.  Eventually I would put it
back where it came from, a drawer in one of my torture rooms down
the main hallway, but for now I chose to simply hang it from one
of the meat hooks in front of cell 22.  Reese Witherspoon gave it
a particularly wary look, watching in horrified fascination as
the mixture of blood and gore that came from inside both Famke
and Emmy slowly dripped onto the floor below.

I was feeling slightly worn out by now, having quite literally
pounded my way through two sluts within an hour of each other,
but I was too excited and my adrenaline was pumping too hard for
me to stop and rest just yet.  My next victim was one whom I was
very much looking forward to fucking, so I decided to put my nap
on hold for a while and get right down to it.  She was one of the
youngest and hottest slut bitches in my possession, and you are
now well aware of how I feel about young , hot slut bitches.  I
casually sauntered over to cell 17, leaned against the bars of
the door, and eyed my next project.

"Well, well, well, my young witch," I said to her with a crooked
smirk.  "It looks as though you've taken your last trip to
Hogwarts..."

To Be Continued...

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