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Archive name: charangl.txt (MF, nc, v, tor, bd, sn)
Authors name: Anonymous Author (anon address)
Story title : Charlie's Angels
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Charlie's Angels (MF, nc, v, tor, bd, sn)
By Anonymous Author (anon address)
***
It is not the intention of the author to infringe upon
the original author's works or the television networks
copyrights. This is a parody of the original and is only
loosely based upon the TV show.
***
Jill pulled back the slide on her .45 and took a deep
breath. "Ready, Julie?" she whispered. Julie nodded and
cocked the hammer on her .44 revolver. "How about you,
sis?" Jill whispered.
Kris shrugged. "It doesn't bother me that we're outgunned
ten to one," she whispered. "But why the hell do we have
to mount this rescue operation in our swimsuits?"
"The average power-mad megalomaniac tends to hire mostly
straight, male guards," Jill replied. "If those guards
waste a split second looking at your tits, you might get
the drop on them."
"Fair enough," Kris conceded, cocking her .38.
"Stay alert," Jill cautioned. "Boswell's life depends on
it. OK, go on three. One...two...three!" Jill kicked the
door open, and the three Angels fanned out into the dark
room. "Flashlights!" Jill whispered.
"Allow me," said a deep, ominous voice. Suddenly the room
was flooded with light. The three women winced, blinded.
Kris cried out in fear as she saw what confronted them:
twenty hooded men dressed from head to toe in black and
armed with semiautomatic weapons, all of which were
squarely leveled at the beautiful Angels. At the center
of the semicircle of guards stood a sinister-looking,
goateed man in a black turtleneck and sport coat.
"Scorpio!" Jill cried out. "Then it was a trap all
along." "Of course it was a trap, my dear Miss Munroe.
And now you have come to me like lambs to the slaughter.
Drop your weapons, please."
"All right," Jill whispered.
"Jill!" Julie cried out.
"What choice do we have?" Jill hissed. "Just do it. You
win, Scorpio."
"You don't know how right you are," Scorpio chuckled.
*
"So nice of you to dress for the occasion," Scorpio said
with a smile. "I'm sure my men will appreciate the sight
of three lovely, scantily clad young ladies in
excruciating agony. Let's begin, shall we?"
"You won't get away with this, Scorpio!" Jill shouted.
"Perhaps not. But whether I do or not, Miss Monroe, will
be irrelevant to you. You see, you are about to die a
slow, agonizing death." Jill's heart was pounding, for
she knew that it was true. She and Julie stood with their
hands bound behind their backs, nooses tight at their
throats. Ropes ran from each girl's neck up to twin
pulleys, which were mounted at the top of Scorpio's well-
used gallows. The ropes then fell back down to Jill's eye
level, where they dangled freely.
Jill felt herself begin to panic as she realized how
utterly routine it was for Scorpio to order women hanged
to death. In fact, the dual gallows from which she and
Julie were about to be hanged suggested that the arch-
criminal took pleasure in watching two women swing
simultaneously.
Two of Scorpio's largest, most muscular minions stood
behind Jill and Julie; he nodded towards them. "Let's get
Miss Rogers and the elder Miss Monroe started first." At
Scorpio's command, one of the burly, hooded guards took
hold of the rope that ran to Jill's noose. The other
thickly muscled guard seized the line, which ran to
Julie's throat.
They began to pull in unison, muscles rippling as they
put tension into the thick, coarse rope. Jill felt the
noose grow ever tighter at her throat as she and Julie
were slowly pulled up onto their tiptoes. Jill was
starting to have some trouble breathing, and as the noose
grew tighter and tighter around her neck, each breath
became more difficult, more painful. She heard someone
making soft gagging sounds. Was it Julie? No, they were
coming from her own throat!
Jill was astonished to realize that she was listening to
herself strangle. She began to squirm and wiggle in her
bonds. She didn't want to put on a show for Scorpio and
his men, but what choice did she have? She couldn't help
herself! Her body was reacting instinctively to the pain,
ignoring her desire to be still.
Jill managed to turn her head a little so that she could
see Julie. Like Jill, the gorgeous young brunette was
balanced precariously on her tiptoes, and a significant
portion of her weight was on the noose. Jill's heart sank
as she saw how much pain Julie was suffering.
The brunette's pretty young face was twisted and
distorted; obviously, she could breathe enough to
survive, but each breath was clearly bringing her
tremendous agony. Her eyebrows were arched up in a
classic expression of pain, and tears were streaming down
her cheeks. Her soft, red lips were slightly parted, and
her pink tongue had rolled partway out of her mouth.
Every muscle in her gorgeously sculpted body was tense
and rippling; Julie's whole body spoke of the incredible
torment, which she was clearly experiencing. Julie still
had on the hot pink bikini she had been wearing when the
girls were captured.
Jill was startled to notice that Julie's nipples were
stiff beneath the thin, pink fabric. Then she looked down
at her own full, pouting breasts, and was astonished to
see that her nipples were jutting, rock hard, through the
thin fabric of her orange, one-piece swimsuit. And yet it
was quite warm on the gallows platform. Could it be the
strangulation itself that had made her nipples so
brutally, painfully hard?
"Hold them there, gentlemen," Scorpio commanded. "Let
them keep their toes on the ground for now. We want these
young ladies to last as long as possible, after all. And
we wouldn't want them to miss young Miss Monroe's
performance."
Kris sat in front of the gallows; thick leather straps at
her wrists, neck and ankles secured her to a heavy,
wooden chair. She was wearing a skimpy, black string
bikini. Kris was shivering -- again, not from cold, for
it was quite warm, but from pure fear.
Jill could see the terror in her sister's eyes. Kris
didn't say anything, but she didn't need to. Jill knew
exactly what her little sister was thinking: "oh, God,
Jill, I'm so scared!" Jill had never felt so helpless in
her life. Hang in there, sis, she thought. It'll all be
over soon.
Scorpio beckoned to one of his guards. "Please relieve
young Miss Monroe of her bikini."
The guard drew a long, wicked-looking blade. "With
pleasure, sir!" Jill struggled in her bonds as the man
approached Kris's helpless body. She wanted to cry out,
but she was strangled, speechless. Scorpio, you bastard!
she thought. It isn't enough for you to torture us to
death? You have to humiliate us as well? Can't you at
least leave us some dignity?
Kris flinched as the blade sliced through the straps of
her bikini top. As the tiny scrap of black fabric
fluttered to the ground, Kris's firm, splendid young
breasts spilled free. Round and supple, they scoffed at
gravity; the nipples, which topped them, were pink and
perfectly formed. Jill had always been slightly jealous
of her sister's breasts. Now she could barely stand to
watch as Kris was viciously disrobed before two-dozen
men.
"Now the g-string, please," Scorpio ordered, and with two
more cuts of the knife, Kris was totally naked on the
chair. The barest dusting of light blonde peach fuzz
decorated her tightly inviting pink slit.
"The nipple electrodes," Scorpio commanded, and two heavy
cables were taped into place across Kris's pouting pink
breast peaks. "And now the vaginal electrode." This was a
cable, which terminated in a long, thick steel phallus.
Kris began to squirm in her leather bonds when she saw
it; as the tip of it entered her, she began screaming.
Scorpio smiled at her discomfort. "Come now, Miss
Monroe, it's only twelve inches long, and three in
diameter. Surely that's not too much to ask of a modern
woman such as yourself." Then, to the guard: "Be sure
that it's fully inserted." Kris whimpered as the huge
phallus disappeared inside her.
Scorpio turned to the guard who stood over the chair's
control panel. "Apply the current, please. Do it slowly;
ease her into it." As the current tore into her, Kris
began to scream again. Her exquisite young body began to
twitch and convulse. Her proud breasts quivered; her face
contorted in pain.
Scorpio laughed. "Excellent! The three of you seem to be
in splendid agony. Now, let's see how long we can keep
you that way, shall we?"
Over the next several hours, Scorpio directed the slow
torture of the three lovely Angels. He was precise,
meticulous. He watched Kris's face carefully, looking for
any clue that would tell him how much pain she could
take, and ordering changes in the current accordingly.
He watched Jill and Julie, saw how their faces contorted,
listened to their labored, tortured breathing. When the
time was right, he ordered them lifted higher: half an
inch, or a quarter. It was always just enough, somehow,
to keep them in maximum pain. The man was an expert, a
genius; he had a real gift for torture. He had an uncanny
ability to measure a woman's pain threshold, to take her
there and hold her there for what seemed like forever.
After several endless hours of this, Scorpio had a sudden
thought. "You know, you ladies can't really expect my men
to keep watching you like this for hours on end without
any release. Would one of you be good enough to oblige?
Miss Rogers, perhaps? Yes, very kind of you. Sergeant,
please remove Miss Rogers's panties. Yes, you can cut
them off; she won't be needing them again." The guard
sliced Julie's pink panties off her suffering body,
revealing her dark brown pubic bush.
"Line up, men," Scorpio commanded. "There's plenty of
Miss Rogers to go around. Then, to the guard who held
Julie's noose rope: "Pull her up off the ground. Miss
Rogers, I think you'll find that if you wrap your strong,
young legs around the waist of each man as he makes use
of you, you'll be able to take some of the weight off
your noose. If you don't, well, I'm afraid you won't last
much longer, but that's all right; we'll just try again
with Miss Jill Monroe. Carry on, Sergeant."
Jill watched in horror as they raped her friend. One by
one the entered her, grabbing her ass as she suffered and
squirmed. She did as Scorpio told her--what choice did
she have? As each man penetrated her, she struggled to
wrap her legs around his waist; she thus managed to
support herself enough to keep breathing. Jill could tell
what it was costing her, though.
Jill could see looks on the men's faces as they raped her
friend. They were enjoying it immensely. Jill had a
sudden, horrible thought. Julie couldn't help but fuck
them; they would feel her body's spasms of pain, and to
them these would feel like sex. But there was more to it
than that; it wasn't a purely physical thing for them.
Part of the turn-on for them was that Julie was in agony
the whole time. The fact that she was being tortured to
death while they raped her was clearly part of the
thrill.
Jill wondered how much of this her friend could take.
Julie was fit, trim and athletic; she was in great shape.
But she was wearing out. The endless parade of strange
cocks was exhausting her. They raped her ruthlessly, all
twenty of them; some came back for seconds. Only Scorpio
and the two guards who held the noose lines abstained.
"Don't worry about them; they're eunuchs," Scorpio
commented. "As for me, I prefer to watch. It really is
quite an impressive feat, Miss Rogers. Congratulations.
But I think you've earned a rest now." As if on cue, the
last guard finished and withdrew from Julie; she was now
left to hang freely. Her legs kicked wildly as she began
to strangle, at last, for real.
At a gesture from Scorpio, Jill joined Julie in the air.
It was almost a relief to discover that she was now
totally strangled, that she couldn't breathe at all.
Thank God it's almost over, she thought. But she wasn't
quite there yet, and the last few minutes hurt more than
she had ever imagined they could. Kicking, convulsing,
suffering, she fought her way towards a death she had
more than earned.
As tremendous as her own pain was, it was far from the
worst thing that Jill experienced in her final moments.
As Jill's twitching body danced in the air, Scorpio
ordered that Kris be given a fatal dose of current.
Through a red haze of agony, Jill thus got to see her
baby sister fry on the electric chair. Kris's sweet young
body was wracked with spasms; she danced like a broken
toy as the shocks cooked her from the inside out.
Her eyes bulged, her tongue rolled out, and the stench of
burning meat filled the air. Oh God, sis, I'm so sorry,
Jill thought. She turned her head, unable to bring
herself to watch her sister's final tortured moments of
life.
What she saw instead, just before darkness engulfed her,
was Julie's limp and lifeless body, which hung next to
her like a side of beef, semen and urine dripping slowly
down her naked thighs.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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