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FireWalker -> RE: The execution of Daniel Smith part something (3/29/2005 1:45:19 PM)
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She looked out the car window as the driver pulled up to what appeared to be an abandoned private airplane hangar. The drive had taken just over an hour and a half, winding through some interesting areas, to the outskirts of the city.
She had started her morning like most every morning, but that changed quickly when her boy brought her the morning paper. The headlines caught her eye as he laid it on the table, "Daniel Smith Released, Families outraged"
"Miss this note was left for you attached to your paper." Justin said as he placed the paper on the table.
"Thank you Justin, just coffee for now. I want to read this article before I eat." she smiled as he nodded and replied,
"Yes, Miss" then excused himself.
She took the note from the paper while shaking her head at the bold black print. "I am sure they are outraged," she muttered "I am outraged and I didn't lose anyone I loved or even knew to that....." she searched her mind for a name to call Daniel Smith, but there wasn’t one.
She recognized the envelope as she pulled it free. "mmmm I haven't heard from you in a while." she thought as she opened the letter and read.
Good morning my dear,
I trust that as you read this note you have slept well and are refreshed. Ready to enjoy your day.
You have been on my mind this last while. It has been far too long since I have had the pleasure of your company.
I am sure that you have heard the accounts of one Daniel Smith, The BDSM killer, and his perverse use of the life that you and I take such pride in.
I am writing you tonight so that you may have an opportunity to pay this serial killer a little visit. I do know that he has been visited by others already, that he has been worked over by some of the best. It is my hope that you will find the time and a way to add to his misery for the both of us as I am unfortunately unable to attend to him myself due to a prior commitment. I do not think he will survive long enough for me to get there sadly. However, should he survive, I will take my own sweet satisfaction in meeting what is left of him.
I have taken the liberty of arranging for a driver to take you to him at 9:15.
I look forward to hearing from you soon and no thanks are necessary my dear, I know you would do the same for me.
It was unsigned as all his letters were. She knew exactly who had sent it.
She looked at her watch and called Justin. "Justin, a driver will be here in 45 minutes, pack me some fruit and I will have one of your muffins as well." He made the most delightful spice muffins and this was a good morning to have one, she thought as she made her way to dress.
The drive was pleasant enough and gave her time to quietly think of all the possible ways she could help Mr. Smith understand the errors he had made.
When she walked in and saw him laying there she was impressed. There was very little if any flesh that had not been in some way touched.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Smith… I presume, how lovely to finally meet you." she paused as she walked slowly around his entire body, assessing what had already been done. His eyes moved with her and he made some slightly panicked little sounds into the gag that had been put on him by someone. She reached down and pulled it off.
"Seems to me you have had quite a good time here, so far, Mr. Smith" she smiled as she looked down at him. “I want you to know I am not here to get anything from you. You don't have to answer any questions, or tell me anything at all. I am here for one thing and one thing only." She smiled down at him again and took an orange out of the little bag Justin had packed for her. She looked at it and put it back in, then took out the muffin and slowly unwrapped it while she again scanned his body. She took a bite and chewed as she started to walk around him again. His breathing quickened and it warmed her heart to know that he was aware of his surroundings and that he knew she was in his picture.
“I see you have had a little surgical procedure Mr. Smith. It is not often one has the head of his penis removed. I suppose truth be told, you really no longer have a need for it." She took the last bite of her muffin and sprinkled the crumbs from her fingers over the disfigured cock.
"mmmm My mother always said "eat a good breakfast, it is the most important meal of the day. Mothers are so wise, don’t you think Mr. Smith?" She asked him knowing full well he had killed more than one mother and child.
He started to speak and she looked at him, he stopped.
She nodded "good boy, shhhh." then took the orange out of the bag before setting it down on the floor. It was perfect as she dug her nails into it and ripped back the skin to expose the juicy flesh. Juice spurted from it and landed on Smith. It must have stung like hell she thought. He whimpered as she grinned and moved right over that nasty excuse for a cock. As she peeled the orange she let the peelings drop where they may, along with the juices. I didn't take long for her to unwrap the entire orange and begin to eat it.
"Mmmmmm" she purred "fresh fruit is so good for you" she looked down at Smith; his face was a little pained looking. "Where are my manners? You must be hungry." She taunted as she broke off another section and squeezed it till the juice ran out of her delicate hand and dripped onto the cock.
"My mother also told me I should share." she winked at him and dropped the remains of the squished section onto him.
One by one she squished the juice from each section of orange until it was all gone. "excuse me for a moment Mr. Smith I need to clean My hands." she took a wet one out of the bag, Justin never forgot to make she he packed those, he knew how much she disliked having sticky fingers and oh she really didn't like getting the juice into a cut! It hurt. "My mother also said cleanliness is next to Godliness or something like that. Always wash your hands before and after you eat.” She crumpled the wet one up and tossed it aside. “There, now that I have had my breakfast we can get down to business."
"Seems to me your outsides have been well worked over..." she looked at him thoughtfully and then nodded a few times.”So I guess it is time to start on your insides!" A very happy smiled filled her face as she spoke. "Mr. Smith you are in for a real treat! I brought a very special little..."she chuckled and then continued, "Men like you have no idea of what is big and little when it comes to the size of a cock." She laughed softly again as she took the dildo out of her bag. Ten inches long not including the handle that she had specially made for it. It didn't appear to be all that thick as she held it up for Smith to see.
"You ever been fucked by a woman, Mr. Smith?" she asked him.
He croaked out his first words. "Fuck off you cunt!"
She smiled as she took out a box of condoms. But before she put one on the cock she carefully inserted three blades into the shaft of the dildo about two inches from the head. They weren’t razor sharp, but they would tear that tender virgin ass to shreds, and the more he fought it the more damage it would do.
"My goodness... do you have issues with women in positions of control, Mr. Smith?" She calmly asked him.
"You fucking bitch..." he blurted out
"Apparently that would be a yes. I take it English isn't your best language is it Mr. Smith." she paused "Don't bother answering that… I wasn't really asking."
She began to work the condom down over the dildo, "My mother also said always practice safe sex. You never did that, did you Mr. Smith? No… you just fucked whatever you wanted."
"You fucking whore" Smith started to rant. She looked at him and shook her head.
"ok I thought I would be nice and let you have freedom of speech but you have abused that right, so now I will take it away." she said to him in a calm but disgusted voice as she picked up a piece of broken glass. It was just the right size and told him to open his mouth. Of course he refused, so she sighed and reached back and gave the stub of his cock a good hard smack. His mouth opened, the glass slipped in and she smiled as she told him to be very careful.
"Mother always said to be careful with sharp things, Mr. Smith" she quickly replaced the gag and it held the glass in place so she could continue to get the dildo ready. She was careful as she worked the condom down.
“Now, Mr. Smith… the reason I am here, I am going to fuck you… like you have never been fucked before.” she positioned herself so she could see his face as she placed the dildo against his tight little asshole. She could hear his muffled screams and the look in his eyes was probably like the looks in the eyes of those he had tortured before he finally killed them.
“Remember about sharp things Mr. Smith…. don’t forget that is glass in your mouth. If you do forget you will be eating glass, and it will feel like you are shitting at the same time while I fuck you.”
She smiled and whispered to the one who sent the note, “thank you, so much, for thinking of me.”
Daniel Smith passed out shortly after she started. She knew he wouldn’t last long. He was pathetic. She decided to leave the glass in his mouth, he would know it was there but the next visitor wouldn’t, she smiled at the small feeling of justice that it gave her to think of her gift that would keep giving for at least a little while longer. She also did not remove the dildo. Instead she rigged a kind of rope harness to hold it in while he lay there unconscious. Who ever came after her might enjoy fucking him too.
As she walked away she smiled and thought how lovely her heels sounded as they clicked on the cement floor of the hangar, it reminded her of when she was a little girl, wearing her mother's high heels...
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