The idea of getting to vent my full anger on some sexist asshole together with a girl equally full of rage still turns me on the most, I think.
To feel so full of righteous hatred, to do what that type of guy would’ve liked to do to us instead to him..
Using seduction and playing the easy mark to lure him in..
Put a bag over his head to dehumanise him, gag him so he can’t speak. Penetrate his asshole with a baseball bat whilst he’s tied up and helpless. Take turns with her pushing it into him deeper. Of course no lube. Of course there will be splinters.
Humiliating him sexually how he would’ve liked to do to pretty women.
Whispering in his ear that he’s nothing but a piece of meat for us to satisfy our urges for revenge on. That he’s no longer human. That he was so cheap, he practically asked for it.
We’d tell him if he’s going to be very obedient and pleasing we might let him survive, but that he’s going to try very hard to be very submissive to achieve that because physically raping him with that baseball bat was still one of the lighter things we want to do to him.
I’d ask him what turns him on most about raping girls, about humiliating them and I’d watch how he’d be incapable of answering it, completely tongue tied - to afraid to upset us with him and thus making his situation even worse.
I’d open up his pants and take his dick out of his underpants. I’d ask him if he thinks he’d be capable to get hard and aroused to his own torture or not. I’d stroke over his dick with my gloved hand for a would until he’d get hard.
The girl torturing him with me would remark “That means he’s totally consenting to all of this isn’t he?”
I’d nod. Then I’d take a scalpel and start making deep cuts into his dick all over, blood gushing out of it. His screams echoing in my ears.
“Too bad we don’t really care for your dick. We have no real use for it. But I think the horror of knowing we will castrate you is gonna hurt you worse than if I just instantly cut it off. So for now.. just some major cuts that will possibly damage your dick permanently.”
I’d look at the smile in her beautiful face and I’d know we both felt absolutely justified in doing this. And that glimmer in her eyes betrayed the arousal she’d feel.
Seeing the object of our hatred and disdain small, scared, humiliated.
None of that egocentric superiority complexed pride left. Just snuffed out.
“By the time we pull that bat out of your asshole you’ll be quite used up.” I’d remark. Kicking the baseball bat deeper into his rectum with my foot, as hard and fast as possible.
“I think I just tore something. Was I not careful enough? My bad. I think I caused some internal bleeding. That’s alright.”
She’d then take a good look at him “Mhm… I kinda wonder what face he’s making under that bag right now. It’s nice to imagine him as just a faceless worthless chunk of meat.. but I need to know how low he’s really sunken in the short time we started ..”
She’d lean over and take the bag of his head, revealing the deadly pale face of a truly horrified man. Snot and tears all over his face. Lips trembling terribly. The spitting image of humiliation. The shame he felt was visible in every single movement of the muscles in his face. He could barely look us in the eyes.
I walked over to the small table that had a few fun instruments on it for us and decided to pick up the one fitting for a little psychological damage, a hand mirror. Taking the few steps back to position myself in front of him, I held it up to his face whilst she grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at himself.
His eyes widened for a second then he started to sob, shaking his head as if he didn’t want to believe what was happening was real.
“Oh, but you shouldn’t waste your time shaking your head at it. This might be the last time you get to see your face so… intact. You should truly look. If you think you look horrible now… oh well.”
The shock going through his body would feel like the electrical signal for pleasure going through mine. The fear he felt was palpable. Didn’t know whether to look or not to look.
Finally I’d lower the hand mirror and put it quietly on the small table again.
“Now, we will let you keep your senses as long as they’re fun to us. Once you’ll start to bore us we will get rid of your hearing, smelling, seeing .. so, what should we continue with? Your teeth? Your nails?”
This would be the first night of many like this.
