A tourist in Berlin
I spotted her in a Berlin nightclub with her husband. She was perfect; just what I like in a tourist. She had big boobs and fair skin, just the kind who suffer the best.
I kept an eye on them until I saw her slip away from her husband. I followed her toward the ladies room. There was a back door nearby, allowing me to put my hand over her mouth and drag her outside before anyone saw us.
She started to scream into my mouth until I choked her. I hissed into her ear she could do this alive or dead as it made no difference to me. Apparently she wanted to try it while she was alive because she stopped fussing about.
We made it to my car where I tossed her into the trunk. Then I drove us out of the city. It took several hours to make it to the north coast where I had set up shop.
It was early morning when we arrived. She must have dozed off because she was asleep when I opened the trunk. She blinked her eyes at me as I pulled her out.
I took her inside and down to my basement. I stripped her out of her clothes, causing her to start crying out again. So I asked her, “Are you sure you don’t want to try this alive?”
Her eyes widened with fright as she calmed down and nodded her head. I took her over to my special chair. It had two metal posts in the seat.
“You know what those are for,” I told her as I forced her to sit down. She let out another squawk as she was impaled on both posts. Then I proceeded to secure her to the chair.
I added electrodes to her nipples, skewering them until she screamed with pain. Then I added the strap around her neck, adjusting it and then tightening it down. The last thing I did was pierce her clit with an additional electrode, causing her to scream again.
“It’s been a late night for me… and for you as well. Let’s see if we can both get some sleep, shall we? I’ll be back later to torture and kill you. But we might as well give you a taste of what is to come.”
She looked at me in alarm as I turned on the chair. There was a crackle of electricity, causing her to stiffen and then scream. Then the strap tightened around her neck, cutting off her cries for a moment before loosening.
The chair powered off as she looked at me in horror while panting for breath. I slapped her boobs a couple of times, secure in the knowledge the electrodes would not come loose. Then I bid her good night as I turned my back on her. The last thing I heard was another scream as the power came back on and jolted her before she gurgled as the strap cut off her cries.
I went upstairs and listened appreciatively to a few cycles of the chair and her delicious screams. Then I adjourned to my bedroom. It is sound proof so I can get the rest I need.
I got a good seven hours of sleep. When I opened the door I heard her cries coming up from the basement. Poor thing must have had a dreadful time trying to fall asleep.
I made myself some lunch, fixing myself a sandwich. I went outside and enjoyed the view looking out over the water. I saw a spot to the Northeast I thought would serve nicely as her final resting place.
I went back inside, my urges beginning to overtake me again. I went down to the basement and saw her screaming through another cycle. Then the strap tightened, forcing her into delicious gurgles.
“Enjoying ourselves are we?” I asked politely.
When she could breathe she whimpered, “P-please. P-please let me go! I w-won’t tell a soul!”
“I have something I want to show you.” Then I went into the adjacent room. There was a tray on rollers with my precious display of heads I wanted her to see.
I wheeled it out for her to look at. There were seven severed female heads with various hair colors on the tray, all tilted upward with poles sticking out between their lips. “I just wanted you to see my art collection,” I told her with a smile. Her response was to shriek in horror.
I rolled the tray back into the other room. Then I retrieved the whip hanging in there on a hook. It was time to get started.
I brought it out and showed it to her, telling her I had a great fondness for the leather object. I told her I was certain she would grow to become fond of it too. Then I slowly caressed her trembling flesh with it, causing her to whimper with fright.
I stepped back and snapped it experimentally in her direction. It cracked loudly, causing her to jerk in alarm. Then the chair powered up, causing her to stiffen and cry out.
I took an experimental swing, managing to hit her in the chest. The next blow came full against her right breast as the chair powered back on. She screamed deliciously.
I took my time, enjoying her screams each time a blow landed. Invariably the strap would cut off her breath and her ability to cry out. Those were the times I loved making contact just to see her jerk in the chair without being able to vocalize her distress.
I spread my blows to cover her naked flesh more liberally. The tip of my whip lashed out against her stomach and her legs. Between the electricity of the chair and the whisper of my whip, we were having a good time together.
My lusts became inflamed as red welts appeared in her soft, white flesh. Her tits hung down, causing me to whip them a little harder. She screamed until the strap around her throat cut her breath off, causing me to really whip her then.
I went up and down her body until the welts turned into little red rivulets of blood. I took special aim at her tits as though trying to whip those electrodes off. But I knew they were good and secure and were unlikely to be ripped away unless her flesh tore through those sensitive nipples.
With her legs spread I was able to take special aim at her exposed pussy. Blows there were particularly satisfying, especially when I got her to spray. You have no idea how pleased I was to discover all this pain and anguish was making her cum.
I paused as the chair powered down, enjoying the view as she sat there panting heavily for breath. Then I stepped forward and caressed the side of her face. “Are you ready to take this to the next level? I know I sure am.” Then I made an adjustment to the controls to the chair before stepping back to heft my whip with great anticipation.
This time when she screamed, it was a result of an increase in electricity followed by something no woman should have to experience. Both posts had inched upward, penetrating her further. One scream in particular indicated her cervix had no doubt been ruptured.
I began whipping her again, this time swinging to draw blood. Her body jerked with each lash as she screamed in mortal agony, only for her breath to be cut off again by the tightening of the strap around her throat. I thought that was deliciously cruel the way it cut off her ability to vocalize her extreme pain.
The electrical jolts got worse as both posts moved up inside her. Her tits were now red and bloody, her stomach criss-crossed with bleeding lines. More lashes into her pussy left that bleeding as well… although amazingly she squirted harder in orgasm.
I’ve witnessed the process enough to know when we are getting into the fatal part of the program. That’s when the one post penetrates the stomach and finds the esophagus. She went wild in the chair as I continued to land blows on her bleeding stomach, her destroyed tits and her shredded pussy.
The strap tightened around her throat as though it was going to choke her to death. I whipped her hard as the chair fried her. Then the strap loosened.
She took a huge breath and tried to scream again. But her voice simply failed her. Perhaps the pain was too great to cry out.
She jerked and jolted as the posts continued to rise inside her, both also electrified. She had run out of voice, but her body performed admirably as she jerked around in the chair. Each blow of the whip that landed caused her to jerk and shudder.
I saw the pole rise in her throat at about the same time she stopped grunting and gurgling. Her eyes were wide in horror as I whipped her harder and faster. Now the chair jolted her… paused… jolted her… paused… jolted her. Her body did amazing things when the electricity hit her.
The whip whispered its love to me as I landed bloody blows on her tits, stomach and crotch. She jerked every time one landed. But she got to the point where she wasn’t jerking anymore. I suspected she was almost gone.
I went and got my dagger, returning just in time to see her head tipping back as the bloody metal tip appeared in her mouth. The strap had tightened fully and was not releasing her, causing her to jerk around in the chair. That’s when I proceeded to cut through her neck and all the way around, severing her skull from the rest of her body.
Blood poured freely along the fatal wound as she jerked and shuddered. Then the chair powered up for one prolonged electrical jolt. Her body jerked deliciously until she finally sagged in resignation as the life winked out of her eyes.
I powered the chair down and enjoyed the view. She was a bloody mess, her tits shredded as the electrodes barely clung to her nipples. Her pussy was a mass of blood and cum and torn flesh. That’s when I creamed myself.
I went over and removed her head from the pole, pulling it up off the metal. I took it into the next room to preserve for later. Then I went upstairs for a bite to eat, planning my trip out into the open sea to drop off her body in an appropriate resting place. The knowledge of her disappearing out of a Berlin nightclub never to be seen again brought a smile to my lips…
© 2017 (written for Alfred Sep 6 ’17 by Riwa)