>Bonus points for debreasting her while she's still alive, or snuffing her in a cruel and creative manner.

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Bobby lowered the girl and tied her wrists to her shoulders and her ankles to her elbows, then dragged her to the inner area of the cemetery, where there were many crypts afforded by the wealthiest dead. Her skirt and shirt tore open and back as she slid ass first over gravel paths, and mud cracked between her buttocks and through her hair when he trailed her through unmarked paths.

She blurred into consciousness as he dragged her down a ramp to a hidden chamber below and behind one of the smaller tombs. She looked up at the cloaked man and panicked. patterpatterpatterpatter she slammed her knees and elbows on the floor, her tits swaying wildly and then popping out of bra. She screamed and begged "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" as he unsheathed what looked like a scythe sized for a small child. He struck her hips, just cutting deeply into skin, and yanked. Her panties were lorded over her, her skirt was crumpled on the floor.

Nothing was better than seeing that media-hand being made powerless, exposed over her entire rear side. Her big boobs flopping wildly and her hair muddy. She was shrieking in terror and scrambling like a puppy.

He stomped on the back of her neck and put the mini-scythe into her pussy, and raised it so slowly. She felt it biting into her and rose her ass high in the air. He spanked her with his other hand and she jolted at first, but then cut her cunt on the blade. She was spanked several minutes and tried her damnedest to not move at all, but eventually her body's primal side took over and she carved her cunt over his blade. "PLEASE PLEASE STOP IT HURTS IT HURTS! OHHHOHHHOH!"

He placed the scythe into her shirt and sliced down; her clothes fell, first from her chest, then draping from just her lower back, and then it all piled below her tummy, leaving her nude.

He put his scythe below her shoulder and kicked her over, so she laid on her back and stared at the ceiling, crying and wailing. "Shimmy that way." He pointed with his scythe. She looked, fearing her sight. It was many wires, thin and flexible but strong. Wither her knees in the air, she pattered her heels back and forth and rowed her elbows, essentially canoing her body over to her torture. As she got closer, she saw through her tears and noticed many cameras and other tools, such as scalpels and blowtorches.

Bobby Robber placed his hands under ass with her back cradled in his arms and her head scrunched up against his chest, facing camera. She was already famous, and now the whole world would see her like this.

"You see this liar?"

He slipped her around, and held her thighs, just above her knees, with her head scrunched down, and her muddy hair fell around his tummy.

"She's the reason for our persecution."

He flipped her up in the air for a second and slammed her onto the table she crawled to.

"This is what happens to those who hurt us."

He attached chains to her ankles, wrists, shoulders, elbows, knees, and hips. They were all spiked and dug into her skin, but the ones at her hips were the worst. She yelped at each one being clamped on her but screamed endlessly when the hip chains were hooked THROUGH HER FLESH. They weren't like the wrist clamps that simply had needles digging in, her hips were nailed through by the clamps themselves. The pain was unholy.

He undid the rope tying her elbows to her wrists and knees to feet, but she still couldn't move. But she couldn't not move either.

Anytime she did move, she pulled a trigger. But she was in such an awkward position that not moving was impractical. The only ropes that couldn't move were at her knees in her hips; Her ass was in the air and her knees were spread out from each other at a straight angle. Her knees and torso made a T.

She was perfectly still at first. But her lower legs would sway, and anytime they swayed just a millimeter too far, PAM her ass paddled. Each ankle triggered 2 implements from different angles- over the buttock of the same side with either a paddle straight down or a strap from the side- depending on if her ankle was too close or far from her ass. She couldn't keep still, especially when she was struck it she jolted and then jolted again in a horrible and humiliating cycle.

Her arms and the back off her head were all that touched the table, and anytime she moved her elbows or wrists out of place, BB and paintball guns shot her from her anus, breasts, face, and torso.

Her ass and thighs were held firmly in place, her legs and arms flailed around, and her chest swayed around in misery. Her boobs flopped about in her face and blood trickled down her body.

"OH GOD PLEASE HELP STOP IT HELP STOP STOP I'M SORRY I'LL STOP PLEASE STOP IT I'LL QUIT THE NEWS I'LL QUIT THE NEWS PLEASE OH GOD I'LL DO ANTHING OHHH OH GAWWD OWWWWWAHH! WAAHHHAAAHAAA!!"

"Just stay still." Taking a much longer scythe, Bobby Robber gently put it into her back. She let loose a giant turd that slid down her pussy and fell onto her face as she urinated a spray of piss all over herself and the bloodied equipment. He carved her skin off, carved her left tit off. Then sliced her shins and carved some flesh from her thighs.

He stepped closer, unafraid of the ammo or fluids. With a small knife, he sliced her right nipple off, and proceeded to skin her arms and legs. He quickly put the knife away and picked up a hammer, smashing her teeth and nose. He plucked her tongue out and shoved red-hot needles in it, then sewed her lips shut around it.


He held a mirror up to her. She saw herself upside down, a trail of her own urine, scat, and blood running down herself, being paddled and strapped, swaying around against her own will, getting pelted by paint lead. Her cunt was gaping and her anus was puckered and incredibly bloody and bruised, occasionally gaping open to relax from tensing, and then swallowing paint and BB. Her lips sewn shut around her needled tongue. Her eyes sewn open.


Then he pointed at an open coffin filled with worms, maggots, and roaches. He threw her into the coffin and held the mirror above her, so she could get a full view of herself.

That, and the light of cameras, was the last thing she saw before he bugs crawled over her face. She tried to close her eyes but they were sewn open and just brought more blood thinly river down her face.

"Let me help you with that" He plucked her eyes out and she could feel the bugs run down into her face.

She could feel her tongue being cut off, but not all the way. Then bugs crawling down over her tongue and into her throat. SLAM

She simply suffered for an eternity, her every moment an intense pain of every sort. Bugs crawling into her every orifice and wound. She was blind and all she could hear was swarming roach hisses. She had moments of comparing her predicament to her life overall, but really just felt agony. Even death would be better than this, but wouldn't come soon enough.

Her entire existence in her final moments was only feeling agony.

Victim.
Name: Elizabeth.
Age 18.
Characteristics: Virgin, Christian, good girl, dresses conservatively, really shy and easily embarrassed. Gets crushes but hates herself for it. Hates night time and is very afraid of most things.
Scene: Church!