****** Another Crime by Generic Author ******
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Another Crime


After our first escapade, we thought we were done in the sex business. Although
our client wanted us to make him some more videos, we politely declined. Since
his only contact through us was a forged Yahoo email account, we knew he
couldn't find us. But, whenever my friend was caught sneaking into the girls'
dormitory and turned into the campus security by one of the resident
assistants, we knew it was time to get out the video camera for another
"session."

The first time we "used" a girl for our videotaping, she was staggering back
drunk. This time, we wouldn't be so lucky. This she-bitch RA was a knockout,
but she was saving herself for her boyfriend when they got married. Luckily, he
didn't go to this school. All of the necessary details were made, we just had
to wait until my friend's parents left for the weekend, as they did once a
month. This would allow us to use the barn out back, way out in the country
where no one would hear her screams.

This month, she wasn't working the same time his parents were out of town, so
we decided to wait. The next month, she happened to be on duty the same night
that his parents would be gone, thanks to some information supplied to us by
the school's secretary. It's amazing what you can find out at a small school
just by asking the right people.

We staked out the terrain and decided to use the fire escape on one of the more
deserted wings. On her last round through the building, we would grab her when
she rounded the bend to go up the fire escape stairs. I spied her walking down
the hallway and nodded to my friend. We both pressed far back against the walls
and waited for her to come around the corner. As she came through the doorway I
moved out of the shadows. She turned to look at me and my friend grabbed her
from behind, placing a handkerchief across her mouth. She collapsed instantly.
My friend was getting good at knocking the girls out, literally. We dragged her
out the fire escape door, shutting it from behind. It is also amazing how
easily you can disable fire alarm systems with a pair of wire cutters and a
paper clip.

We got her into my friend's old beat up van. As he was walking around to the
driver's side door, I heard someone yelling to him. It was Campus Security. I
reached into the sack lying next to the girl and pulled out the bottle and
handkerchief used to subdue the girl. Then, I crawled around to the back and
slowly opened the back doors. I heard their voices while opening the back
doors. Apparently, we were parked in a fire lane. As the Security Guard
(actually a student employee) was telling my friend to move the car, I slipped
up from behind and knocked him out with the handkerchief. After a quick
discussion, we decided to place a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand, some in
his mouth, and some on his shirt. We then propped him up beside a tree by the
upperclassmen males dorm. With that taken care of, we drove off to my friend's
house. It was an uneventful trip.

As we pulled into the barn, I experienced an odd feeling of deja vu. Here it
was, not four months later, and we were doing the same thing all over again. I
went in the back and opened the doors. I finally got a good look at our "guest"
for this evening's activities. She was about 5'7", nicely tanned, and light,
shoulder-length, brown hair. She had ample tits and nicely shaped thighs and
ass. At least for now.

I threw her over my shoulder and hauled her over to a large wooden workbench
with several heavy ropes attached. The lights came on as my friend started the
generator. Three bright 500W halogen lamps came on, illuminating the barn with
a nice white light. Since we had the money up front this time, we decided to
film this session more properly. As my friend was unpacking his newly purchased
professional video equipment, I gagged her mouth and took off her shoes. Then,
I went back to the van and brought out three more large nylon sports bags.

I waited until my friend had set up the tripod and video equipment. Then, I
went to the red bag and got out the smelling salts and a soldering iron. Once
again, I had forgotten! I put a blindfold on her using a handkerchief in my
back pocket. I plugged in the soldering iron to a plug off of the generator. As
I was waiting for the soldering iron to heat up, my friend signaled he was
ready. I broke the smelling salts under her nose and she awoke with a start.
She immediately tested her bonds. After several futile attempts at breaking the
heavy ropes, she started to whimper. By this time, the soldering iron was nice
and hot.

I carefully placed the soldering iron on her light brown tube top, just to the
left of her right shoulder. The heat melted the material, revealing pink flesh
in its wake. She tried turning away from the iron once, but the soldering iron
jabbed into her flesh, leaving a small circular burn. I continued on down
towards the end of her shirt, and she was much more cooperative. I then started
on the left shoulder, and repeated the process. Then once over the top to
finish the job. I ripped away the remaining material to reveal a red satin lace
bra hiding her now heaving chest. I placed the soldering iron on its stand and
went back to my red sports bag. I pulled out a utility knife and cut through
the offending material. I pulled each strap forward, tugging harder to get the
cup off of her breast. I then traced the folds of her left breast down to the
middle of the bra, at the bottom of her cleavage. The knife's edge left a small
white scratch. It took several attempts to break through the material there,
and cut her once or twice. My friend moved over and zoomed in for a closer
shot. I took the utility knife and flicked her now hardened nipples with the
edge of its blade. Then, I pushed the tip down slightly on top of her hardened
buds. She started breathing heavier, her chest rising and falling more and
more. The knife pressed deeper and deeper into her nipple, causing more pain.

My hands carefully guided the knife's edge down her flat stomach and to the top
of her jeans. I pressed down harder, cutting through the coarse, fibrous
material. I followed the natural curves of the jeans on each side of her
crotch, then cut down the inseam of each leg. When I was done, I peeled away
the fabric revealing a matching set of red satin lace panties that were
thoroughly soaked with piss. I guess my technique of undressing my subjects
frightens them. Oh well.

I returned once again to my red bag and pulled out a drill. I placed a sanding
tip on the top and tightened the drill. I then proceeded to sand the satin
waistband on each side of her thigh, leaving interesting scrape marks on her
thighs as she moved around. After cutting both sides of the waistband, I put
the drill down and swiftly tugged at the panties. They were removed easily and
placed in a brown paper sack. Her neatly trimmed cunt was now exposed.

The next part of the session involved popping her cherry - with an old cherry
wine cooler bottle. I had filed down the lip of the bottle earlier in the week.
I was bored. I thrust the bottleneck into her tight virgin twat. She writhed
with pain and the gag was barely keeping her screams muffled. The blindfold
across her eyes became wet, from the crying I suppose. Blood dripped from the
bottleneck and her now loosened vagina. I placed the bottle on the floor and
went to the blue bag. I pulled out a small burlap sack. The sack was wriggling
slightly, and I put on a leather glove. I reached into the bag and pulled out a
small colored snake about 8 inches long. My friend positioned the video camera
between her legs. I went to one side and pushed the head of the snake past her
vaginal lips. She reacted visibly to this new intrusion by scooting back,
somewhat unsuccessfully due to the tight bonds. I pushed the snake farther into
her pussy until only the tip of its tail remained. I then put an ice cube on
the tip of its tail, causing the rest of it to pull inside of her. I then put
the ice cube into her cunt. She started bucking back and forth, straining
against the bonds. As her hips started bucking back and forth faster and
faster, I pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I waited a little bit longer,
unscrewed the cap, and doused her pussy liberally. I placed the top of the
bottle to her labia and squeezed the bottle hard. She reacted immediately to
this newfound pain gyrating back and forth even harder. Blood, alcohol, and cum
flowed from her snatch. I waited awhile for her breathing to return to a semi-
normal state. She kept wincing occasionally. Apparently the snake didn't like
the alcohol and reacted in one of the only ways it knows how. By biting.

As I was waiting, I pulled the shop-vac from the corner of the barn. I plugged
it where the soldering iron was located and wheeled it over to the base of the
table. I unwound the wand and chose a special attachment of my own design. It
used to be one of the tubes that extended the reach of the wand. I cut it
several times and pulled back the sharp edges. I shoved it straight into her
cunt and turned on the vacuum. The lights dimmed slightly, and I heard this odd
slurping noise as the snake was sucked into the hose. I then heard a thump and
the vacuum started to strain. She reacted with a terrible muffled scream. I
moved the attachment around a little bit. I wanted to make sure I cleaned the
corners. Thank goodness it was a Wet/Dry vacuum because there was very little
solid material that was being sucked out. I then pulled the hose out, which was
met with very stiff resistance. Apparently the sharp edges of the modified
attachment were preventing an easy exit. I then turned the vacuum off, and the
lights returned to their usual brilliance.

After plugging the soldering iron back in, I went over to the red bag and
pulled out some solder. I walked back over to the table and cut the solder into
two half inch pieces. I then forced one piece into each of her nipples. This
was extremely difficult because the solder isn't very strong and she was
squirming a lot. I then had two small silver wires sticking out of her nipples.
I placed the soldering iron on the top and started melting the solder down. She
cringed and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. I then repeated the
process with the other breast. After this, she passed out, her willpower
obviously spent.

I place the tip of the soldering iron between her labia and on top of her clit.
I left it there to smolder for a good while as I walked back to the third bag.
I unplugged the soldering iron and pulled it out of her abused passage. I
walked over to my friend so that he could do the final honors. I held the
camera and filmed him as he broke another packet of smelling salts underneath
her nose. She awoke with a start and started sobbing. I zoomed out so that I
could see my friend reaching down with a spoon into the third bag. A latex
glove was on his hand for protection. He picked up large clump of maggot ridden
ground chuck and shoved it far up into her snatch. He repeated this several
times, making sure to pack it firmly. He then pulled out a large cork and
shoved it far up into her now useless birth canal. He stood back and admired
his handiwork. He then placed a small sign on her chest. I moved between her
legs and zoomed in. The sign simply read, "The deflowering of a princess." We
placed the handkerchief with the strong knockout chemicals underneath her nose
and she soon passed out. We spent the next ten minutes cleaning up. Her clothes
all went into the paper sack and we spent several minutes hosing down the shop-
vac. It wasn't pretty. We then threw her in the back of the van and drove back
to the college. We left her on one of the roads around campus with a shirt
underneath her head that was given to all of the residence life staff for this
year.

Her clothes were burned that night and we heard all about it Monday during
classes. The Security Guard we framed was fired for drinking while on duty.
Apparently it wasn't his first offense. The girl didn't come forward and admit
that she was raped, but she left campus very soon after. It was all kept
secret, but secrets don't last long on a small campus. The staff all claimed
that she went home due to family reasons and illness. A new RA who was much
nicer replaced her on the floor. My friend was sentenced to two hours of
community service. And I contacted our Japanese friend again. He was very
generous in paying us and the only stipulation was that a courtesy copy of the
videotape be mailed to her boyfriend. Of course we kept the master and idly
thought about what we could do next time.